Page 8 of Forced Knocked-Up Mate

I suppress a groan of frustration. As well as struggling against the truth of the spell, I’m fighting something else. In thespace of five very short minutes, I’ve developed a mega-sized crush on this dude. Maybe… maybe the spell actually worked perfectly.

“Hello?” Peter yells. “You just dropped out of reality again. Are you listening?”

“Sorry,” I stammer. “I’m in shock, I think. I’m just trying to figure out what to do.”

“You and me both,” he grumbles. “Maybe I should go straight over to New Hope and find my brother.”

He gathers himself a bit, and my heart freezes in my chest as my breath gets stuck in my throat. I can’t take my eyes off him.

Don’t… don’t stand up…

In one graceful movement, he stands up. I try as hard as I can not to look, but I can’t stop myself. The long, lean lines of his body display the defined muscles across his chest and perfect abs. My eyes trace the hard-cut lines across his hips, then they scan all the way down his long legs before going back up again, lingering on the especially fun parts.

I haven’t seen a fully naked man in the flesh for such a long time.

“Like what you see?” he asks, noticing my gaze.

I look back at his face, seeing the cute, cocky smile and mischievous glint in his eye. My tongue has crept up to the edge of my mouth. I swallow quickly, trying to get myself back under control, but I can’t stop myself from taking another long look, my eyes slowly moving down his sculpted shoulders and arms. He thrusts his hips out a little and plants his hands on them, showing himself off.

Holy fucking hell.

“I’d take a few steps closer, but I’m afraid you’d have a heart attack,” he says, chuckling.

“I’m sorry,” I gasp, tearing my eyes off his body and locking my gaze on his face. “I’m still half asleep, and it’s been a long time since I saw… uh…”

He crosses his arms across his chest and raises an eyebrow. “No problem at all. I think I’m starting to enjoy this.”

A surge of joy leaps inside me, bringing a huge smile to my face. Carefree giggles rise in my throat, and I cover my mouth, shaking my head.

I haven’t felt this happy in… I don’t know how long.

“Well, I’d get you something to wear,” I say. “But truth be told, I’m enjoying this, too.”

Peter slowly and deliberately looks me up and down, his expression a mixture of teasing and a deep, ravenous hunger. A deep throbbing starts up between my thighs, and my mouth goes brick-dry. He grins, winking at me.

I bite my lip, fighting the arousal roaring through my blood. “Terribly sorry I can’t return the favor,” I say, though I give him a cheeky look. I put one hand on my hip and pose a little. “But I’m not the kind of girl who gets naked on the first date.”

“Oh, you don’t have to,” he says, chuckling again. “The sun has turned that flimsy little nightgown see-through. I’ve been checking out your goods for a while now.”

“What?!” I shriek, covering myself and bolting for the house. I slam the kitchen door on my way to the bedroom, where I grab my big, fluffy robe and put it on. I grab my spare one for Peter and hurry back through the house, shock and shame colliding inside me to make a big lump in my throat.

As I turned and ran from Peter, I experienced a strange sensation. It’s as if the air got thick, to the point I could hardly breathe or move. Once I grab the robes and run back towards him, it’s almost like time sped up. I’m back in the yard so quickly that I don’t even remember going through the door.

“Here,” I say, tossing the robe at him. “Enough of this. We need to figure out what to do.”

“Fair enough,” he answers, putting on the robe.

I stare at him for a minute, anxiously biting my lip.I don’t know what to do.

I should just tell him to leave and give him directions for New Hope. It’s the obvious thing to do. But I really don’t want him to go.

I could call Fiona and Rider—at some point, I’ll have to—but I’m scared of admitting what I’ve done.

My mind flips back and forth, and my anxiety rises. I need coffee. Maybe I should just invite him in.

Are you going to make breakfast before or after you fuck him senseless?

I groan softly, shaking my head. Even though this is a complete disaster, I’m not sorry the spell went wrong.

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