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and stroked slowly. His groan was agonized. “I don’t think I’ll end up liking this very much.” His

hand dipped into my pajama bottoms.

“Going backwards probably won’t be as much fun, no. Too bad.” I scooted forward, needing

more of his body against mine. I took him out of his boxers, pushing the material down. His tip hit off my clothed hip.

I spread my legs, biting his lip a little when his fingers traced over my panty-covered sex. His

touch was firm but light, mostly teasing. I gyrated up, something a virgin probably wouldn’t do. I

didn’t care. I needed a little satisfaction.

I latched on to his neck with one hand and stroked harder with the other. I pulled against his neck, making him put more weight on top of me. His hand moved to the top of my panties. His fingers dug a

little, and then his hand pushed back down. His skin slid over my wet sex.

“Oh God,” I said, feeling the fervor.

His finger circled my nub before dipping low and then entering my body.

I moaned into his mouth, sucking in his tongue and gyrating my hips. His fingers worked in me,

making the pleasure spiral inside me. I panted, tightening up. Feeling the heat.

He went back down to my nipple, sucking it in, making it impossible to stroke him. I relented for

the moment, assuming he was about to explode. I knew how he felt.

His tongue circled before he sucked harder. A tiny bite of pain edged the sensation. When he

backed off, the tingling amplified the pleasure, making me moan and arch up to him. His thumb

manipulated my clit as his fingers plunged. The heat simmered, then boiled. My body wound up. My

muscles flexed, one by one.

“Oh God.” I dug my fingertips into his skin. “Oh Hunt—” I ripped apart. An orgasm tore through

me without warning. I moaned into it, shaking on the bed.

As it drained, my kiss turned languid. I rubbed my hands against his hard chest before reaching

down and pushing his boxers completely off. He rose up to get the job done before letting me roll him to his back.

I kissed his lips, hot and heavy, before moving down his fantastic chest. I trailed my tongue

between his abs before reaching his large manhood. I circled the tip with my tongue before sucking it in, taking it as far as I could go.

Hunter’s hands fisted in the sheets. His exhale was audible. I chased my mouth with my hand,

bobbing on him. After a while I backed off, keeping my hand going, before swirling my tongue around

his tip again. And then suction.

“Holy f—” Hunter pulled at the sheets. His magnificent arms and chest flexed, thick cords of

muscle glistening in the light. I was transfixed, watching his body and completely forgetting about

what I was doing.

Thank God for autopilot, even in this.

“I’m going to—” He rose and moved me off him while grabbing his boxers. He exploded into the

material.

After he cleaned up a little, he reached down for me. I’d been staring with an amused grin.

“What?” he asked with a sleepy smile.

“Didn’t want to deal with your handiwork when kissing me, huh?”

He chuckled as he positioned himself next to me on the bed. He turned onto his side, running his

palm along my belly. “Not really. I doubted you’d mind.”

He leaned into me, resuming the kissing. Deep and passionate, his lips moved over mine. His

tongue wet my bottom lip as his thumb hooked into my waistband. “I’m allowed to reciprocate,

right?”

“Encouraged to, yes.”

“Eventually. I’m enjoying just kissing you for now.”

I ran my fingers through his hair. “You don’t have to spell everything out. I am capable of putting

two and two together…”

“Are you sure? I played your puzzle game. I’m not sure you have a head for it.”

“Oh really? Is that right?” I scoffed. “Just wait. Wait until I unleash my current creation on you.

You’ll cry, it’s so hard.”

He rose up to look down on me. His brow furrowed. His business look replaced the passion and

desire from a moment before. “Are you talking about the new levels you’re designing?”

It took me a second to react. I didn’t like the business look interrupting our playtime. “No. Those

are for the common folk. I designed some rough stuff just for you. It won’t have the shine and gloss because I don’t have the time, but it will make you pull your hair out. Just watch.”

His hard look cleared. His expression melted back into that of love. He leaned back toward my

lips.

“You’re not normal, did you know that?” I said through his kisses. “Normal people can’t switch

off sexy times that fast.”

“I’ve had my whole adulthood to perfect switching into my business mentality. It’s only with you

that I’d rather not.”

“Hmm.” I snuggled deeper into the pillow as I smiled, pulling him so he would move on top of

me. He leaned down to finish pushing off my pants and panties, then started to comply before freezing and looking down at my stomach. “Are you sure?”

“I’m barely showing, Hunter. This is fine. You won’t squish the baby.”

He moved over me slowly, putting his elbows on either side of me, and no doubt bracing on his

knees, to keep from resting on me fully. His kiss was sweet. “My baby.”

I angled my head to get a deeper kiss. His hips turned toward me a fraction. His cock slid up my

wet sex.

“Ohhh, wow.” My eyes fluttered and my body purred. I tightened my legs around him.

His hips angled again. His cock slid away, and then came back again. A wave of arousal stole

over me. I tried to arch, but there wasn’t room. I pushed my hips back, deeper into the bed, creating some space. His tip slid down, through my nether lips. It stopped too soon.

I pulled back a little more until that blunt head put firm pressure at my opening. I paused as my

nerve endings fired. Heat crashed into me. My body sizzled.

“We shouldn’t do this,” I said into Hunter’s mouth. All humor had been erased. His smile was

gone. His body was frozen over mine, braced. His lips rested on mine, waiting. He was putting all the power in my hands.

“Okay.” It was barely whispered. Hardly more than a release of breath. He didn’t move.

I captured his lips with mine, angling up just a fraction. That blunt tip pushed at my opening.

Threatening to enter. Expectation wrapped around me, heightening this moment. My core pounded,

needing him.

“I didn’t want to have sex,” I said again, begging him to either back off, or forgive me my inability to put on the brakes.

“I know,” he said, pulling back slowly. The pressure lightened before his tip dragged along my

slit.

Our breath started to labor. My body trembled under his. All my focus was on him near my

opening. On this precipice of intimacy. It didn’t matter that we’d done this before. It didn’t matter that neither of us were virgins. Strangely, it felt like we were. This felt like that first time when we

couldn’t deny ourselves any longer. When we were daring each other to keep going. To make our

bodies as one.

I put one hand on the back of his neck, pulling his lips harder against mine. The other hand found

his back, gently, barely touching. I sucked his tongue into my mouth and slowly ground my hips

toward him. His tip moved. It paused at my opening again.

I applied pressure with the hand on his back.

“Are you sure?” he asked, a small tremor in his voice.

“Yes.”

His hips rocked forward marginally. His tip barely parted my folds. “I love you.”

He drove forward. His manhood thrust into me, filling me up.

“Ohhmmmm.” I wrapped my legs around his waist. He pulled back and then rocked forward. I

swung my hips upward. Sparks shot through my body. Pleasure unfurled like a flower, soaking into me

and boiling my blood. I lost all control.

“You feel so unbelievably good,” Hunter exalted, his movements silky. His body sleek.

I groaned, clutching him. I swung my hips up wildly, crashing into him as he rocked down onto

me. Everything tightened. My breathing labored.

“Oh yes,” I said, over and over. “Yes, Hunter.” I squeezed him tightly with both my arms and legs.

I held him in my body, the movements getting smaller now, but much more intense. Almost

unbearable.

“Yes. Yes!” I just kept repeating it, over and over. It was like the track was skipping. Like a wire tightening around a spool, my body wound up. Pleasure coursed through me. Slapping me. Pulling.

“Come with me, baby,” Hunter groaned in my ear.

Color burst behind my eyes. My body blasted apart. I shook under him, violently, the orgasm

vibrating through my body.

It took me a while to come down. Each time I thought I was ready to relax, an aftershock sizzled

through me. My arms and legs tingled.

“That was the stuff,” I said with smile. “If only losing my virginity had been that good.”

“I’m glad it wasn’t, for both of us,” Hunter said seriously, moving off to the side. His hand trailed across my stomach. “It makes it that much better with you. Let’s tell your mom tomorrow.”

“Promise you won’t dump me when you go to leave and realize her hand is in your pocket?”

“I doubt she’s as bad as you think.”

“She’s
exactly
as bad as I think, if not worse. Trust me. She’s not even shy about gold digging in her old age. She goes right for it. The only guys that will give her the time of day are married.”

“Desperation does strange things to people. I’ll look into it. She might just be mismanaging her

money.”

“You don’t need to, Hunter. She’s not your problem. You have a crazy dad. That’s enough for

you.”

Hunter stayed silent for a while, stroking my stomach. When he spoke next, his tone had deepened,

almost sounding suspicious. “Why don’t you want me to help?”

“Because…she sucks, Hunter. I told you. She’s embarrassing. You’re the father of my baby, but

you’re not tied to her. You don’t have to help her. I appreciate that you want to do me a favor, but I’m not sure I want you to get involved that much with her. It’s… There’s no other way to describe it. It’s embarrassing.”

“What if we were married?”

Tingles worked through my body. This wasn’t how I hoped he’d eventually bring this subject up…

“You can’t view marriage as a way to get into my mother’s financial situation, Hunter. That’s just

weird. And very unromantic.”

He fell silent again, still stroking my belly. Eventually he rolled out of bed, turned out the lights, and came back, all without saying a word. He curled up around me. “I love you. Good night.”

“Love you.” I turned so my cheek would be against his lips. He gave me a kiss before I turned

back, snuggling into his arms.

My mind went back to the way he’d asked about marriage. Didn’t it matter to him at all? Worse,

had I just put him off, making him think I didn’t want it?

Chapter Eight

Iawoke the next morning as Hunter was opening the shades, allowing the sunlight to splash the room.

I glanced at the clock. It was eight o’clock.

“What are you still doing here?” I asked in confusion. I had to think really hard about what day it

was. “Today is Saturday, right?”

He turned to me, in jeans that perfectly displayed his butt and strong thighs. I knew this even

though he was facing me because I’d picked them out. He was also wearing a shirt on the dressy side

that did a fabulous job of showing his cut upper body, leading down to his trim hips. I’d picked that shirt out, too. I had great taste.

“I’m taking the day off,” he said. “So are you. We’re going to go see your mother. Among other

things.”

“Among other things?” I rose up to my elbow. “What things?”

“Do you want breakfast in bed, or would you rather go downstairs?”

I sat up and rubbed my eyes. “I’ll go down. My taste buds have gone berserk. I might need to

forage through the kitchen until I figure out what sounds good.”

Hunter didn’t say anything. After a second I realized he hadn’t moved either. He was staring down

at me with a blank expression.

“What?” I asked, flinging the sheets off so I could get up.

“I should’ve known that. I’ve missed a lot of your pregnancy. I’ve been given the rare opportunity

for a second chance, and I’m squandering it.”

“Hey, glass-half-empty, cheer up. There’s still a million months to go.” I slipped on one of his

shirts. They were big and he liked seeing me in them. “And no you haven’t! I’ve seen you every day

since this whole thing began. I may not work with you, but I work near you. That counts.”

I tied my hair up in a ponytail. He still hadn’t moved.

I went to him and slipped my arms around his waist. “Do I have time for a shower before or

should I take it after?”

His chuckle splashed breath across the top of my head. “Strangely, when you don’t try to make me

feel better about a situation, and instead think about food, it lifts the load off.”

“Food is the great cure-all. So do I have time?”

He kissed the top of my head. “Yes. I’ll see you downstairs. Dress in something pretty that you

like to wear.”

“Something pretty that I like to wear? Cryptic.”

“Something that’ll impress your mother,” he said as he made his way out of the room.

I got nervous flutters. I really wasn’t looking forward to telling her. It would just cement the idea that now she could ask my rich baby-daddy for money.

I really hoped she didn’t nudge and wink at me for trapping a rich man with a baby. It was the

kind of thing she’d think. In fact, it was the kind of thing a lot of people would think, apparently. When I’d told Kimberly a month ago, she’d squealed and freaked out, as I’d expected. But then she’d said I shouldn’t tell the others until I’d got a ring or there was no other choice. She worried that they’d think I planned an
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