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Oh, and he sends me daily reminders to check my blood pressure. Which I’m happy to say has been near perfect.

He’s doing so much for me. Then again, I could be entirely misreading the situation. After all, I am carrying his baby, and all of those things could be related to that.

Or… I’m imagining his sultry looks. His stolen glances. His prolonged touches. Maybe it’s just my hormones gone amok. Because for the past few weeks, ever since the morning sickness abated, my hormones have definitely gone into overdrive. Which is to say, I’m horny.

All. The. Time.

And no matter how many times I masturbate—which isn’t as often as I’d like, because Ryder is still crashing on an air mattress in the next room—I still can’t scratch the itch.

When he leans in to touch my stomach, I almost kiss him. That’s how sexually charged I am. I’m willing to complicate things by having another one-nighter with my baby daddy just to satisfy my carnal appetite.

“How’s M&M doing today? He kick you yet?”

I’m amused by the nickname he’s given our son. Yes—ourson. Sometimes I still can’t believe there is a little Lucas Montana inside me. The blood test we had a few weeks ago confirmed it, along with alleviating any stress we had over congenital defects. Everything was normal. So far, I’m having a textbook pregnancy.

“I told you that’s probably not going to happen for months. Maybe longer since I have a little extra padding.”

“Yeah, but he’s a Montana,” he says, in that flirty tone of his. “We’ve always been over-achievers.”

I laugh, but in all honesty, I can’t wait to feel those first kicks and flutters.

Then I realize we’ve been standing around far longer than necessary. And that maybe I’m enjoying his company a little toomuch. Damn hormones. “I’d better go before anyone else sees us.”

He touches my shoulder. “See you Wednesday for another three miles?”

“That’s the plan,” I respond, as heat sears through me at his touch. I shake the feeling away and walk off toward home.

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One hour, and two self-imposed orgasms in the shower later, I’m sitting on the edge of my bed feeling anything but satiated. My clit is practically tingling against the seam of my tights. And I can’t get Lucas off my mind. His light touches. The way he smelled, both beforeandafter our walk. His uber-sexy smile. How it’s been months since his large hands wandered my body. His huge cock slid inside me.

Oh. My. God. I almost come just thinking about it.

“What is wrong with me?” I shout.

Ryder knocks at the door. “Everything okay?”

Making a split-second decision, I hop off the bed and stride to the door. I rip it open, catching him a bit off guard. “I’m fine. I’m going out.”

“You hungry? You going for dinner?”

“Yes. I’m hungry. I’m very, very hungry.” I hold out my palm. “Can I borrow your car?”

He shoves a hand in his pocket and comes out with his keys.

I’m through the door and heading down the stairs when he calls after me. “At least you could ask me if I want anything.”

I throw up a dismissive hand, not bothering to turn around. I’m a woman on a mission, after all. “Not today. Sorry. See you later.”

Ten minutes later, Lucas opens his door. His eyes widen in surprise. “Is everything okay?” He looks at my stomach. “The baby?”

I don’t answer. I just push him back inside, shut the door behind me, and crash my lips to his.

Chapter Thirty-one

Lucas

I’m surprised as hell, and for a moment I think I must have fallen asleep and I’m dreaming. But I don’t let my shock of reality keep me from kissing her back the way I have been in my dreams. I don’t let it stop me from devouring her lips. Exploring her mouth with my tongue. Wandering her body with my hands.

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