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I nodded. I didn’t trust myself to say anything. I’d been pretty hopeful when I did a home pregnancy test this morning to confirm my suspicions. I was thrilled with the results.

He grabbed his backpack and pulled out a fancy gift bag. He practically threw it in my naked lap. He still held the pin, but he’d said not a fucking word about our life-changing news.

“We need to talk about this, Malcolm.”

I was furious, of course. We’d been fucking like rabbits for a year without any protection. Having a baby had been a plan we’d talked about. And now that he’d knocked me up, he had nothing to say?

Bloody, Scottish asshole.

“Open it.” His voice was tight.

This night was a disaster. That was something considering last Christmas Eve I’d been abducted by his presumed-dead twin.

With shaking fingers, I pulled a deep blue velvet ring box from the bag’s tissue paper. Now it was my turn to stare.

“Open it, my love.” Malcolm’s words made me tremble.

I’d used up my courage allotment for the evening.

“Malcolm.” I started to cry.

Holding the diaper pin between his fingers, he opened the box. A square-cut emerald surrounded by diamonds twinkled in the crappy call room lighting. He slid the ring on my left hand while I wiped away tears with my right. It fit perfectly.

The ring was breathtaking and fucking massive. I loved it. And the arrogant duke that it belonged to.

“Marry me, Holly, and make me the happiest of men.”

“What about the baby?” I sniffed, overcome with so many damned emotions. If this was life with extra hormones, it was going to be a watery nine months.

“We should keep him or her, don’t you think?” He wrapped his arms tight around me, kissing me hard on the lips. “And give him some siblings soon.”

“You fucker,” I whispered before I returned his kiss.

“Only with you.” His kisses drifted to my cheek then the sensitive spot behind my ear. “I’m thrilled you’ll be my wife, Holly. Let’s make an army of babies.” Malcolm tipped my chin up so he could study my face better. His eyes narrowed. “How far along are you? Do you have your prenatal vitamins? Maybe you should reduce your workload? We need to get an appointment with obstetrics and line up a pediatrician.”

“It’s going to be fine, Malcolm.” I laid a finger against his lips. “I’m fine. The baby will be fine. We’re a family.” My calm, cool, and collected Scottish duke physician was going to be a worrier. It was sweet and surprising.

“Let’s get married.” He kissed my fingers.

“How about at Lachlan in spring before I start looking like a cow?” I wiggled my ass against him. My body was aching for some serious loving after all this excitement.

“Tonight, in the hospital chapel.”

For fuck’s sake. This man was so impatient it was more than a little erotic.

“Malcolm, your family, would be so disappointed besides, having family there would be nice.”

“They don’t have to know we got married early. It’ll be our little secret, like when I do this.” His fingers danced along my pussy lips before they stroked my asshole.

Oh, fuck yes, it was going to be a very merry Christmas indeed.

Thank you for reading High Heat Christmas Kisses! Read on for Cherry Sweet, a spicy menage romance between two Army Rangers and the girl they want to love forever.

Cherry Sweet

A complete stand-alone ménage romance

Just how far will the two Army Rangers go to win her heart?

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