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“I planted my seed in you, and it took root. Now you’re carrying my babies.” He swallowed the lump in his throat as he continued to caress the skin. “It’s amazing.”

“It is. We need to talk about names.”

“So soon?” He worked his way down to her pubis and pleasured himself by smoothing his hands over the curls covering her sex.

“We could play around with a few.” She moved restlessly as he continued to torment her.

“What do you have in mind?” His voice had thickened, and he could feel his blood boiling. Very soon, the need for conversation will be over.

“What?” She lifted one leg and bent it at the knee. Her breathing was getting shallow, and her body was trembling.

“Names, love.” He eased a finger into her and almost lost it when he encountered the moistness there.

“I can’t think.” She opened her thighs and arched her back, her eyes brimming with passion. “You cannot expect me to hold a train of thought while you’re doing that.”

“Want me to stop and we finish this riveting and very important conversation?” He started to ease out when she clamped her hand around his wrist.

“Only if you want to die.”

“If you insist.” His expression turned sober. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You’ll only do so, if you don’t finish.”

“Oh, I intend to, darling.” Moving behind her, he guided his throbbing member in and had to stop for a minute to absorb the feeling of utter pleasure swamping him. She was tight and wet and fitted him like a well-worn glove.

“No one else.” He whispered in her ear as he wrapped his arms under her breasts. “You undo me.” He moved then, their bodies joined together in the age-old dance of love.

Chapter 14

They spent Christmas at the main house. Even though it took some persuading for him to even consider it.

“We could spend the day here. You have decorations up and I would rather spend it with just you anyway.”

She was almost tempted to give in, but his mother had expressed the desire for them to be at the house and she had promised. They were getting along now and Janelle wanted to keep it that way.

“I know you hate it there…”

“You don’t know the half of it.”

“But your mother wants us to spend the day with her and I think we should honor that.”

“Suit yourself. “He said tersely. “But don’t expect me to be in the Christmas mood.”

“I promise to make it up to you when we get home.” She whispered and he only grunted.

She took her time getting ready, finding it hard to decide on the mountain of clothes in the closet. She finally settled on a soft blue cashmere dress with long sleeves and snug fitting enough to show her bump. He had given her diamonds for Christmas.

The entire set which included earrings, a stunning necklace and a pair of bracelets. Knee-high boots with low heels completed the ensemble. Her hair was ruthlessly brushed and braided – the thick plait sliding over her left breast, whenever she moved.

Picking out a matching cashmere jacket, she went in search of him and found him out on the porch. Shep was curled at his feet. He was kicked back in the cane embroidered chair, with his feet propped up on the railing.

The chair was tilted precariously on its two back legs, and he had his head thrown back, a cigar clamped between his white teeth. He was wearing all black.

Sweater, jeans, boots, and a knee length jacket opened all the way, and he looked dangerous and unapproachable. There was a hard look on his beautiful face that warned her it was not going to be an easy dinner. His hair was loose, tendrils curling against his neck.

Sensing her there or maybe it was her perfume that alerted him to her presence, he opened his eyes and turned his head to look at her. Laser, like blue eyes wandered over her face and covered her entire body, a look of approval replacing the coldness.

“Very nice. Ready?”

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