Page 78 of Drunk on You

And that right there is why I love my husband.

“What would it take to convince you to move here?” I ask Julian, my eyes closed as we lie out in lounge chairs that are covered by large umbrellas, keeping the direct sun off us, but allowing us to enjoy the South Florida heat in September.

“Probably not much,” he says, running a hand up my thigh despite there being dozens of people around.

I’ve learned that my husband doesn’t give a shit about public displays of affection. He loves to touch me and doesn’t care where we are or who we’re with.

“But we both know you’d be bored in about two seconds,” he adds with a chuckle.

I pop a lid open and mock glare even though he’s not wrong. We’ve been in Fort Lauderdale for three days, and I barely made it the first day before I was doing work on my laptop for a marketing campaign I had been asked to look into. I love my job, and Julian was right when he said I’d get past everything that’d happened.

A few days ago, one of the managers got caught on the security camera, hooking up with a college intern, and everyone has been gossiping about it. Julian thinks once we return, no one will even remember what happened between us. I hope he’s right.

“It’s getting hot,” he murmurs. “What do you say we go upstairs to cool off and take a nap?”

Since I know that’s code for Julian wanting to fuck me on our private balcony, I hop up, but when I do, the world around me slightly spins. Since I haven’t drunk any alcohol, it’s not from being drunk, which makes me think it’s …

“Red, you good?” Julian asks, glancing at me with concern.

“Yeah, just got up too quickly.”

I laugh it off, throwing on my bathing suit cover-up and sliding on my flip-flops.

The moment we’re inside and the door is closed, Julian backs me against the wall and attacks my mouth. One hand cradles my face, and the other comes up to massage my breast. I wince in pain before I can stop myself, and because he has his eyes open, he notices.

“Was I too rough?” he asks, his brows dipping in concern.

“No.” I shake my head, not wanting to have this conversation with him—hell, I’m not ready to have this conversation with myself yet. “I was just thrown off.”

I pull him back to me and kiss him, knowing it will get him back on course.

But the entire time we make love, I can’t help thinking about what Nora said at dinner. “Do you have any idea what it feels like to feel nauseous twenty-four/seven? To have aching breasts and a sore body and be emotional all the damn time?”

It makes no sense. I’m on birth control. I’ve had the IUD for the past two years.

Julian comes, but the second he does, he notices that I didn’t.

“What’s going on with you?” he asks.

“Nothing, I’m just in my own head. I have a lot on my mind.”

“Anything you want to talk about?”

“Not right now,” I tell him truthfully.

“Okay, well, my wife isn’t going without an orgasm, so it looks like I’m going to have to work twice as hard to get you out of your head so your only thought is coming all over my mouth and fingers.”

And with that promise, he spends the next half hour making me come not once, but twice. And for a brief time, he does in fact get me out of my head.

Until the high wears off, and while he’s sleeping, I go to the bathroom and feel for the strings that should be between my legs but are missing.

And then I spend the next hour researching doctors in our area so that I can make an appointment when we get home to confirm what I’m almost positive I already know … I’m pregnant.

chapter thirty

ANASTASIA

“The pregnancy test came back positive.”

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