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“Yes,” she moans, pumping her hips to meet me thrust for thrust.

We don’t have a lot of time, and I don’t have a lot of patience, so I’m not going slow, and Nadia isn’t being quiet. Her moans mixed with the soft suctioning of her walls around my shaft fill the office, pushing us to the edge of pleasure with alarming speed. Nadia goes over first, pulsing around me while her fingers threaten to rip my locs from my scalp. I follow, coming in long, hot spurts that empty my balls and fill Nadia’s pussy to the brim, making it so the evidence of our shared desire starts to leak out of her before I’ve even pulled out.

Both of our chests are heaving, harsh breaths tangling together as we trade tender kisses that make everything feel okay again.

“I’ll have Russ assign two of the guys to me,” I concede, looping back to the beginning of the conversation.

“Compromise?” she asks, a sated smile curving lips I can’t stop myself from kissing.

“Compromise.”

35

NADIA

It only takes me a few hours to regret compromising with Sebastian on the security front, and that regret is prompted by the reality of four steel faced, gun toting men driving me to my first appointment with Dr. Suffrant—the gynecologist Desiree recommended I see.

With everything going on at work and the stress of trying to remember the party Vince swears we fucked at, I almost forgot that I scheduled this appointment, and now, with two of the four security guards standing on opposite sides of the waiting room while I fill out my new patient paperwork, I kind of wish that I had.

“Nadia Hendrix,” the nurse standing in the doorway that leads to the patient rooms calls. I stand and Tyler and Enzo, the two imposing figures casting shadows all over the waiting room, start to move toward the door too.

Amanda, the nurse, frowns, and I turn around to hold up a hand. “There’s no way in hell the two of you are coming back there with me. Sit down, read a magazine and try not to scare any pregnant women.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Enzo says, his tone curt as he turns around and heads back to his unofficial post also known as the space beside the front door.

I follow Amanda to the back, feeling relieved when she proceeds with business as usual instead of asking what the scene in the waiting room was about. It doesn’t take her long to check my vitals, get my weight, height and all the other fun things nurses do before doctors come in and ask you to strip down, and before I know it, I’m sitting on an exam table waiting for Dr. Suffrant.

She comes in with a smile on her face and an air of confidence around her that makes it easy to see why Desiree likes her so much. Her sable skin is smooth, attributing a youth to her demeanor that doesn’t match her years of experience or the wisdom behind her brown eyes.

“Nadia,” she says, perching on the rolling stool in the middle of the floor with her eyes on my chart. “What brings you in today?”

“Well, I was hoping we could discuss birth control options.”

“Sure, but not for another nine months.”

“I’m sorry?”

“We can discuss birth control options after the baby is born.”

Surely, I didn’t hear her right. There’s no way I heard her right. I open my mouth, intending to ask her to repeat herself, but nothing comes out. My voice has gotten lost somewhere in the shuffle of shock and horror. Somewhere in the maze of science I don’t understand and math that doesn’t add up.

After the baby is born.

I’m going to have a baby?

“That’s right you are,” Dr. Suffrant says, alerting me to the fact that I’ve spoken out loud. She slides closer to me on the stool and places a comforting hand on my leg. “I take it you and your partner weren’t trying?”

Trying.

Images of Sebastian and I fucking against every available surface without a condom or lick of common sense between us flit through my mind, and I laugh. I laugh so hard, I end up doubling over and clutching my sides because of course we weren’t trying. We haven’t even had a conversation about whether or not we want kids. But we damn sure weren’t doing a thing to prevent this. Except I thought I was doing something. The thought seems to sober me up, and when I straighten, Dr. Suffrant is looking at me with a sparkle of humor in her eyes that tells me I’m not the first person to burst out laughing after hearing unexpected news.

“But what about my birth control? I have the implant, the one in my arm.” I gesture stupidly to the arm in question, and Dr. Suffrant nods.

“Yes, I saw on your intake questionnaire that you’ve had it in for almost three years, but you don’t remember the exact date, so it’s possible you could have had it for longer, right?”

“I guess so. My life was pretty…hectic around the time I received it.”

Hectic meaning a blur of beatings I didn’t deserve, parties I didn’t want to go to, drugs I didn’t want to take and sex I didn’t want to have that made my memory unreliable. All I remember is that I went to the free clinic on my own and got it done after one of the girls had a pregnancy scare, but pregnancy scares were a dime a dozen in my world. Plus, no one from the clinic was following up with an escort with no health insurance and a made up address that might as well have been 123 Sesame Street, so I don’t have any way of knowing for sure when I got it. I just know that I did, and that it was supposed to be effective and this wasn’t supposed to happen.

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