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And then the oven timer dinged, and the stove timer went off.

“Shit. Stop. Go away so I can finish this and we can eat,” she said, pushing away from me.

Fucking cockblocked by a stove.

That was new.

Chapter 15

ALLY

Oh my god, I’d almost kissed him.

More than once.

Dammit.

I needed to get control over myself. Yeah, it was clear he was interested in hooking up, but that was a bad idea, right? That’s what I kept telling myself as I plated the slightly burned chicken and the rest of our dinner. It turned out decent, but I couldn’t taste anything because all I could think about was kissing Dom.

And more than kissing Dom.

I bit back a sigh and tried not to drool over his perfect bubble ass as he leaned across the table to grab the rest of the dishes. It was so damn biteable, and I was so damn horny but also achy from being so damn pregnant. I wanted to fuck him but didn’t.

“Shit,” I muttered.

“What?” he asked, setting the dishes down on the kitchen counter.

“Uh. Um. Nothing. Thanks,” I said.

He quirked a brow. “That’s a lot of different reactions.”

“Ignore me. I’m tired. Thanks for doing the dishes.”

“You did most of the cooking and you shouldn’t be on your feet too long, so go relax on the couch. I’ve got this,” he said with a wink.

A fucking wink.

Son of a bitch, this man was going to kill me.

I gave him a bright smile and moved into the living room. The couch was calling my name, and maybe Dom would come join me. He was enjoyable to cuddle against.

And do all sorts of other things with, too. But now was not the time for that.

I pulled out my phone and sent Darcy a text.

Ally: SOS!

Ally: I’m having impulses.

Ally: Send a cockblock.

Darcy: What? LOL!

Darcy: How would I even? Do they have cockblock telegrams like those people that come sing happy birthday?

I snorted.

“You okay in there?” Dom called out.

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