Page 66 of On Thin Ice

DOM

Fuck, she felt good in my arms, her bump pressed between us, her smell surrounding me.

I wanted her desperately, and I shifted my hips so she wouldn’t feel just how much. The agreement was to be roommates and co-parents, nothing more, even if my cockhadn’t gotten that message. It took everything in me not to dip my head and breathe her in—or worse, try to kiss her.

“Oh, sorry. I mean, I just didn’t expect to see my favorite things in there. You’re really going out of your way,” she rambled, and I smiled over the top of her head.

“I want you to be comfortable here. It was the least I could do,” I repeated.

Her hand let go of the back of my shirt, and then she took a step back. I reluctantly released my hold on her and ordered my cock to calm the fuck down. Hopefully, Ally wouldn’t look down right now.

“Thank you,” she said, giving me a gorgeous smile. It lit up her entire face and sent white-hot desire spiraling through my entire body.

“Of course,” I said with a nod. “Let me know if you need anything else. I should probably go pack now if you don’t need me.” I had to get away from her before I tugged her back into my arms.

“Great. Maybe we can order takeout later. That is, unless you have plans tonight.”

“Nope. No plans except hanging out with you and my little peanut,” I said, patting her belly.

Fucking hell.

She quirked a brow at my weirdness.

“Uh, yeah. So, just yell if you need anything,” I said, turning to head into my bedroom.

What the fuck was my problem?

Oh, right. I wanted her. I hadn’t had sex in months. And now this woman who never failed to turn me on was sleeping just one thin wall away from me. Yeah, there was a closet between us, but that wasn’t the point.

Fuck.

A weeklong road trip with my own hotel room was looking pretty good right now. I could survive one night, then I’d have seven days to figure out how to live in the same condo as the mother of my child. A woman I desperately wanted to devour, but also didn’t want to fuck up our developing relationship.

Fuckkkkkk.

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Ally: This chair is fantastic. And the footrest is chef’s kiss.

I grinned at her text and the accompanying picture of her fuzzy sock-covered feet up on the footrest. I’d survived the last twenty hours of Ally infiltrating my space and was now on the plane, heading to New York for our first game of an extended road trip. Last night had been Italian takeout, a movie, and then she’d headed to bed.

And then I’d jumped into the shower and jerked off while breathing in her body wash.

I was a fucking pervert.

I’d endured her walking around this morning in her sleep shorts and a T-shirt that was a bit too short. Her cute bump popped out, and I’d put my hands on her belly to feel my daughter moving inside her. It’d been amazing, and no matter how many times I had to rein in my desire for Ally, having her in my condo and experiencing the rest of her pregnancy and my daughter’s birth was worth the endless blue balls.

Dom: Glad you like it. Are you working today?

Ally: Just setting up my desk so it’s ready to go tomorrow. And loving this chair.

Dom: Good.

Ally: Also, did you get a snack list from Darcy, too?

Ally: And don’t think I’m sharing that family-size bag of M&M’s.

I chuckled.

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