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He chuckled and withdrew himself then froze. “Holy shit.”

“No condom,” she said, speaking his thought.

Goddammit.

He’d never been so careless. With Ivy, he hadn’t even fucking thought. There’d been no chance to consider protection because his brain hadn’t stepped outside the moment.

Pure instinct. He’d acted with his cock. Anger heated his face. “I’m sorry,” he breathed. “I always use protection. I don’t know what happened.”

She covered his wrist with her hand. “It was my responsibility, too.”

He chortled. “I’m the man. It was my job. You don’t need to worry about anything. Like I said, I always use a condom. I’m clean.”

“I know.” She sucked on her bottom lip.

“You’re not on the pill, are you?”

She shook her head.

Ah, Jesus. He rubbed her arm. “It’s fine. I’ll be more careful going forward.”

“My period is due soon. Odds are I’m not ovulating.”

He heaved a sigh of relief. A kid wasn’t something he could picture in his life at the moment, and Ivy sure as hell didn’t need to worry about a baby while she was still recovering.

He’d never particularly liked the slang term daddy, and he liked the real term even less right now. But fuck.

If it happened, he’d step up.

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Ohmigod.

Okay, so either she’d been celibate way too long or that was the most earth-shattering sex she’d ever had.

Ivy quickly finished cleaning herself up in the bathroom then rearranged her dress. Had she really pushed her panties aside and begged him to fuck her?

Yes, yes she had. And she held no shame because it was what she’d needed.

Rami leaned against the bathroom doorframe, his arms crossed. “Everything okay?”

Her face heated as her lace panties touched the ultrasensitive region he’d brought back from the dead. She stepped forward, bringing her toe to toe with him.

He was right. She was significantly smaller than he was—shorter by more than a foot, and his shoulders were almost as wide as the doorframe. He brought his hand to settle on her waist.

“That was the medicine I needed,” she confessed.

She wouldn’t think about the lack of protection. They’d gotten carried away, but the odds of her getting pregnant were slim.

Funny thing was, she wasn’t as terrified of getting pregnant by Rami as she should have been. Nor was she afraid of getting an STD. Maybe it was because all he’d done from the moment she’d first laid eyes on him was protect her. Or because the guy didn’t seem to have a careless bone in his body and she believed he was normally vigilant when it came to safe sex.

However, the last thing she wanted was to chain someone to her with a baby. She’d ensure protection was used next time.

And god, there’d better be a next time.

“I’ve got another prescription where that came from.”

Her nerve endings twanged. “If we don’t get moving, I don’t think we’ll leave the bedroom.”

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