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“You’re incorrigible.”

“I take that as a compliment.”

“It was not meant to be.”

“Still…” He rose and shrugged out of his robe, leaving himself completely naked.

“What are you doing?”

“What does it look like?” His voice was mild, his eyes were not. “I think a full body massage is in order.”

“We’re not having sex.”

“All right.” Turning her over, he straddled her and started with her shoulders. “You’re a little tense.”

“Having to deal with you is a trial.”

“Ouch.” He grinned down at her. “I’m not going to take offence.” He had placed the towel on the bedside table. Picking it up, he wiped the ointment off his hands and selected a scented lotion.

Pouring a generous amount, he went back to the task, his eyes holding hers. “I saw you with those children and I startedpicturing you with ours.” He had reached to her breasts and was kneading the flesh above the nipples with singular focus.

“It is hard for me to think that someone could abandon their child. That little girl with the enormous crush on you…,” she grinned at the uncomfortable look on his handsome face.

And don’t think I didn’t see all those women eyeing you like fresh meat.”

“They knew I was taken.”

“Anyway Sara… Oh!” She bit her lip as he started to circle the nipples. “Uhm, – where was I?”

“You were talking about the little girl.”

“Yes, well, she was left at the home by her mom.”

“The circumstances could have been impossible.”

“Nothing would ever force me to give away my child. No matter what.”

“Some children are better taken from the home they were born into.” A tinge of bitterness was heard in his deep voice, and she knew he was thinking of his own upbringing.

“Do you really think so?”

“Indeed. I have always marveled at how lovely your skin is. Soft and unblemished.”

“Harry?”

“Hmm?” He was so intent on his duty that he did not spare her a glance.

“I want you,” she whispered.

His eyes flew to her face.

“Weren’t you the same person who declared that there would be no sex?”

“I have since changed my mind.”

He tsked and scooted down her body, careful to avoid sitting on her bump. “I’m just trying to help you out here.” His hands moved to her belly and for a minute, he went still, his eyes meeting hers. “I feel movement.”

“I do too.” She placed her hands over his as he massaged the taut skin slowly.

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