Page 44 of Won’t Let You Get Away

“Okay, now that we’re on a flat surface, you can put me down,” I instruct him, aware that if I sit on that comfortable couch, my productivity for the rest of the day will plummet. He hesitates but complies, setting me on my feet while still keeping a hold on me.

I pat his hand reassuringly and step away towards the kitchen. Clearing my throat, I pick up my phone from the counter and turn back to him.

Fuck, he’s still shirtless.

How am I supposed to concentrate when all I can do is gawk at his abs?

“How are you feeling today?” he asks, circling the couch and closing the distance.

“Good,” I respond, my hand settling on the lower curve of my growing baby bump. “Actually, that’s why I came out to see you.”

I try to ignore the blush spreading across my chest at the small fib. But it’s not like I’m not about to admit that I wanteda better view of his bare torso. His head tilts endearingly to the side, a single eyebrow raised in silent question.

My nails tap on the back of my phone and I avert my gaze.

“I have an appointment next week and I wanted to let you know in case you would like to be there. They should be able to determine the baby’s gender at this one.”

A knot forms in my stomach when Noah remains silent for a few moments. Eventually, I give in and look up. I watch as my words slowly register, and a grin spreads across his face.

“Do you want me there?” he asks quietly, and I nod immediately.

“Yes, that way you can see everything too. If you have any questions or?—”

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world,” he interrupts me, causing me to chuckle.

Unlocking my phone, I open a new contact entry and hold it out to him.

“If you put your number in, I’ll text you the details. It’s probably smart for us to have each other’s numbers anyway.”

Noah’s smile fades and his jaw clenches as he stares at my outstretched hand. For a heartbeat, I second-guess my offer. Granted, I haven’t had to ask for a guy’s number like this before, but until now, I didn’t think there was a wrong way to do it.

He takes a deep breath, forces a smile back onto his face, and takes my phone before I can drop my hand.

“Thank you,” he says softly as he hands it back.

“Of course,” I respond while sending off a message to his contact. As I try to ignore the residual tension between us, I add, “Now you have my number too.”

Noah steps forward, leans down, and places a gentle kiss on my cheek.

“I should get back to work. I’ll see you later?” He asks, and I can only nod slowly, lost in the lingering sensation of his lips.

He walks away without another word, leaving me to watch him go. Every fiber of my being urges me to call him back.

Sighing, I force myself out of my daydreams about Noah and check the time. It’s early enough for a quick shower to help cool down.

I need to stop thinking about him—something that seems nearly impossible given his half-dressed state within my line of sight. Groaning at the overwhelming desire that courses through me, I head to my bedroom to grab a change of clothes.

As I pass by my bed en route to the closet, my gaze lands on my nightstand.

Maybe I can take care of some of this tension on my own…

Quickly, I shut and lock the bedroom door behind me. Checking that the curtains are drawn, I make my way around the bed. Stopping in front of my bedside table, I open the drawer and pull out my favorite vibrator.

While those toy parties can be incredibly awkward, the woman who convinced me to buy my first rabbit will always hold a special place in my heart.

I press the button, smiling at the sound of its familiar hum echoing through the silent room, a thrill of anticipation coursing through me. The thought that Noah is just across my backyard only adds to the excitement.

Shimmying out of my leggings and underwear, I lay on the bed and spread my thighs. Teasing my entrance, I groan and drop my head back as I torment myself with thoughts of Noah bending me over the massage table over Christmas. I work the toy inside me, groaning as I angle it back and click to turn on the ears. My back arches off the bed at the added sensation to my clit.

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