Page 25 of Love or Tequila in Unexpected Places

She started applying pressure to the sensitive little button, circling her fingers around it and her hips swished in tandem.

Chocolate brown eyes and divine curls flashed in her mind as her hand moved faster, the other still toying with her breasts in a fast developing frenzy. She was writhing on her bed, moaning and gasping as her fingers applied a bit more pressure to her clit and the pleasure built like a tidal wave.

She was drenched, her breathing ragged as she paid attention to her pulsing clit with small, tantalizing circles and her back arched off the bed.

Her fingers moved increasingly faster, her movements becoming wilder as Allison’s moans echoed around her. She lost herself in the pleasure, trying to swim in the cresting wave that just kept rising.

She pinched a nipple, moving her hips just so, and the pressure just kept building and building. Angelo’s face flashed inside her mind, his hands teasing her, his words encouraging her as her moans turned into sobs.

She kept swimming, moving, trembling and her eyes rolled to the back of her head and her orgasm finally crashed over her entire body.

Her mouth was open in a silent O, toes curled as a broken sound left her lips, something very akin to, “Angelo!”

A smile stretched her mouth, the satisfaction spreading through her body as Allison slowly came down from her high, still panting like crazy.

A smile that disappeared as a thought banged inside her mind:I’m in deep fucking trouble.

Seven

ALLISON

Shortly after her “session”, Allison changed into some cozy pajamas—because she didn’t believe in wearing lounge-wear around the house. With a sigh of relief, she slipped into the soft fabric and grabbed some light snacks before flopping down onto her bed.

She had only been out of the house for a few hours, but she felt utterly exhausted. The combination of sleep deprivation and pregnancy had her feeling like a zombie, shambling through the day with all the grace of a sleepwalker.

Something tells me this child is gonna be a little diva.

She rested her hand on her stomach, feeling a wave of affection mixed with exasperation. “You better let me eat something soon, you little fetus,” she said, half-seriously. “I can’t survive on snacks alone.”

Oh spectacular, I’m talking to my pea-sized baby. Which reminds me…

Allison picked up her phone, her fingers trembling slightly as she searched for her OB-GYN’s number. After a few anxious moments, she spotted Dr. Malory’s contact and took a deep breath. Saying a quiet prayer for courage, she pressed the call button, hoping for the best.

“Hi, this is Allison Lockwood. I would like to schedule an appointment with Dr. Malory,” she said, trying to sound confident despite the flutter of nerves in her stomach.

“What would this be in reference to?” The doctor’s assistant replied with a very warm voice, which somehow made Allison feel anything but fuzzy—more like a cold splash of reality.

“I’m pregnant, and I’m kind of lost. I don’t know what to do,” she admitted, the words tumbling out and making her stomach churn. Just saying it aloud felt like a confession, and she could almost hear her own heart pounding in her ears.

She knew she should have called her doctor as soon as she found out about the pregnancy, but she had buried her head in the sand like an ostrich, trying to ignore the reality of those positive tests.

The assistant paused for a moment, and Allison could practically feel the sympathetic vibe radiating through the phone. “Don’t worry, Allison. We can definitely help you with that. How about we schedule you for a consultation? Dr. Malory will walk you through everything.”

“Okay,” she replied, relief washing over her. “That sounds good.”

A few minutes later, she had her appointment scheduled for two weeks ahead. Feeling a mix of anticipation and anxiety, she searched for “Daddy” in her contacts.

I need to change that ASAP.

With a deep breath, she dialed his number, and he picked up on the second ring.

“Allison?” His voice was rough, like he had just woken up, which she knew for a fact wasn’t true because no CEO ever slept during the day. They barely even sleep at night.

“Hi, Angelo. Um, I’m just calling to let you know I scheduled the ultrasound,” Allison said, biting her lip as she spoke.

Angelo sighed, but it sounded like a happy sigh—one that made her heart flutter.

“That’s great, Allison,” he whispered, his voice dropping to a gravely, intimate tone that made her stomach flip. “When’s the appointment?”

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