Page 84 of Trick's Trap

Tahlia’s hands went to her stomach, her big blue eyes fixed on his face. “I realize this isn’t how you wanted to start our marriage. I’d thought we’d wait a few years before we talked about having kids. And Dr. Tam acknowledged thereisa risk to the baby given the stuff that’s happened. He wants to monitor us closely.”

He stared at her hands. They were folded over her stomach protectively.

“Only one can pass,” he said, blinking down at her.

Her brow creased in confusion before she wrinkled her nose. She threw the napkin at him. “Don’t even think of suggesting I was rejected as an offering to a demon because I was pregnant. “

Trick deserved every bit of her scorn, but he couldn’t stop his mind from racing.That’s why they wanted to keep her a virgin.It didn’t have anything to do with her purity. It was because whatever doorway they were opening was only meant for one.Two couldn’t pass.

He stayed quiet too long. Tahlia’s eyes flashed like liquid silver. “Damn it, Patrick. It wasn’t real. Andit’s over.”

He blinked.She’s right. And so was Ethan. He couldn’t continue to harp on that day in Florida. If he did, he was going to go mad. He couldn’t even look in the mirror. Thankfully, no one noticed.

“I’m going to be a father.” Suddenly, everything brightened. He could see every object in the room with startling sharpness and clarity. Tahlia and the baby needed him.

He rushed forward, sweeping her into his arms and squeezing her tight. “Our baby is a miracle, and he or she is going to be perfect.”

Tahlia’s head dropped forward, hitting him in the chest as she let herself relax. “Don’t scare me like that. I thought you were losing it.”

Trick shook his head. Maybe he was right and itwaswhat the voice meant, but it didn’t matter anymore. He was going to go back to his life, the one he’d planned for himself the moment he met Tahlia.

Well, going to church a little more often can’t hurt…

He took Tahlia’s hand, intending on pulling her to their bed, but she pushed him to the left, leading him into the smaller room on the left before she started to undo his tie.

He didn’t understand what was going on until she reached down to undo his pants.

“You want to have sex in mycloset?”

“No, I want to make love here,” she said, turning to flip the interior doors closed. She moved a few of the coat racks he’d strategically placed in front of the mirrors built into the wall. When they were gone, the semicircular alcove at the mouth of his walk-in closet reflected their images back at them four-fold.

Aw, hell.She had noticed.

He tried to play it off. “Wouldn’t you be more comfortable in bed?”

She replied by taking off her blouse.

One glimpse of her creamy skin pressed against the blue lace bra and he was done arguing.

“Here’s fine.” Trick hastily pulled at his jacket and shirt, stripping down to his boxers in a flash.

He was faster than she was. She was still wearing her knee-length wool skirt when he pushed his shorts down.

Being surrounded by reflections of himself didn’t matter. He only had eyes for her. Up until she turned her back, bracing her hands on the mirror on the right, the one bolted to the wall.

Her silver-blue eyes flashed over her shoulder, challenging him.

If he hadn’t already been in love with her before, he would have dropped to his knees right then.

It was such good idea, he did it anyway, kneeling behind her, holding her hips against his face. He reached up to unzip her skirt, dragging it down with hands.

Trick pressed his lips to the edge of her satin and lace panties. It was part of a matching set, but she was going to have to wear a different pair with that bra from now on.

He took hold of the fabric high on her hip, twisting the delicate cloth until it tore. She gasped, turning to look down at him. The other side tore just as easily. By the time he pulled the shredded fabric away, she was so wet her lips glistened for him.

Trick kissed the bare skin of her hip and rear, his hand moving up the silk of her inner thigh until he was there, her velvet slit so hot it almost scalded his fingers.

Tahlia moaned and leaned back into his hand, trying to increase the pressure. But he didn’t oblige. He urged her forward until she was bent nearly ninety degrees, bracing herself with her arms. His mouth went to her pussy, feasting. His tongue lapped, his teeth grazing her sensitive folds as she panted, calling his name.

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