Oh, my God. Check.I had struggled to keep my eyes open lately, and it wasn’t just because I had been up all night with this Mafia man. It was one of those bone-deep exhaustions, like my body was demanding I slow down.
She made a new “policy” that no one could have overly sweet creamers because the smell of coffeeandthe special creamers made her want to gag.
Check.I grimaced and realized I’d been going on days without coffee now for the same reason. It just stunk.
And she commented to another woman in the bathroom one time about her nipples being sensitive.
Oh, no. Check.
I knew part of my sensitivity there was from Adrik’s stubble and the whisker burn from it. Plus his habit of sucking hard and nipping at me there, which made me come so much harder.
Icouldbe pregnant!We hadn’t used any protection, and?—
“What could you possibly be thinking about so hard over there?” he asked, his voice so sexy and raspy with sleep.
I forced a quick smile, masking my panic. Instantly nervous about what this could mean, I kept it to myself. I’d hold on to this worry until I knew it even was something to worry about.
A baby?
Me, a mother?
Here?
The mother ofhischild?
Getting knocked up had to be a shocking discovery, no matter what. But in my current situation?
Oh, God.
“Just… waking up,” I replied to him as he rolled me onto my back. He leaned over me, kissing me deeply andalmostmaking me forget about my concern.
“You sure?” he asked, watching me closely. He was too perceptive, too sharp, to ever try to lie to, but I couldn’t share what was on my mind until I knew for sure if I was right about this.
More than the fear of what my pregnancy could mean, I had to hold back because of how he’d been acting too.
Something had shifted in him since he’d told me to go on my knees in his office and suck him off.
We’d reunited—but it was still only a physical connection. We hadn’t really talked about what we were doing, so I was loosely assuming this was a continuation of just sex. No strings.
Well, so much forthatphilosophy. A baby would be strings!
The only reason I couldn’t fully convince myself that this was only something physical, to scratch an itch, was because of how differently he acted around me. He wasn’t announcing that we were together. We hadn’t discussed what we were doing, if we were a couple or what. Yet, he had changed. Something about his attitude toward me was more open, somehow. Like he was concerned about me andwantedto care about me.
“You look like something’s bothering you,” he said after he kissed me again. He stroked his hand over my stomach, going lower as he hovered over me. “And if something’s bothering you, I need to know so I can help you with it.”
Oh, dammit.
I couldn’t handle him being tender and attentive like this.
Do you mean it?
Do you care?
What am I to you, really?
Those questions and the answers to them mattered if I was pregnant with his child.
I tensed as he rubbed his finger over my pussy. I smiled shyly and he grinned like the wicked devil he was.
