Page 33 of There Are No Words

I grimaced. “Smartass.” I released my hold on her—begrudgingly—and walked into her office with her. “Why can’t you just come home with me?”

She turned on her heel and rolled her lips. “Because I feel fine.”

“Interesting. Because your sister suggested differently.” I crossed my arms and waited for her to answer.

Not a second later, she extended a hand to reach for her desk, but it was too far away, and she looked like she was about to collapse like a ton of bricks. Her face going sheet white. So I moved with speed and closed the gap between us. I grabbed her and held her against me. Her eyes were fixed on the floor until she finally looked up and nodded slowly. Her breaths were coming in ragged.

“Okay. I’ll admit, I did just get a little lightheaded.”

And that scared her. I could tell by the way the color had drained from her face. Her lips were hardly pink, the lightest shade I’d ever seen, that was for sure.

“Has that been happening often?” I asked, hoping she’d be honest with me.

“Not really, but when it does, I don’t like it.”

“Of course you don’t. Come on”—my eyes found her purse to the side of her desk, and I took it—“we’re getting out of here.”

I wrapped my arm around her shoulder like I was claiming my girl and wanted the whole world to know she was mine. She wasn’t, of course. Not technically, anyway. But then again, I never did care much for technicalities.

She looked at my hand draped over her shoulder, resting slightly on her chest, and gazed my way, arching a brow. “Yougoing to try to cop a feel and squeeze my boob like we’re in junior high?”

I grinned. “If you need someone to give attention to one or both of them, then I’d gladly volunteer for the job.”

I pressed the button on the elevator, and we waited for it to open. “No, thanks,” she returned. “I’d much rather match with a fuck buddy on one of those stupid apps.” She pursed her lips, clearly feeling more like herself again, and breathed in my ear before whispering, “They have the most skilled men on there.”

She knew just how to get under my skin, and she loved every single tortuous second of doing it. She could spew all the ridiculous shit about skilled men all she wanted, but we both knew I was as skilled as they came. I had the stamina of a jaguar and could play her body like a fiddle if she’d let me.

Once we got in the elevator and the doors closed, we were the only two in there, so I turned around and cornered her, placing my hands on either side of her. She didn’t look afraid, more curious about what my next move would be. “You know I never did care to have telepathy,” I told her.

She swallowed and parted her lips slightly, her breath escaping in a hitched manner. “And why’s that?”

I let my eyes wash over her face, taking in all of her features. Her brown eyes looked like pools of chocolate, and I wanted to drown in them. Her lips were full, her bottom lip so full, I wanted to place my thumb there, pull down on it, and revel in her warm breath. Her cheeks were turning red, which meant she was starting to get turned on. Maybe it was because of the way I was staring at her with intensity and longing in my eyes. Let’s be real, I wouldn’t have had a one-night stand with my roommate if I didn’t want to lick every inch of her and watch her eyes roll back in her head as she cried out in pleasure. And I wanted to do it again. And again. And again.

Before we hit the lobby, I answered her—“Because I find most people’s eyes are so expressive, they give them away, anyway. But you, your cheeks are your biggest tell.”

Her chest was rising and falling, and with every breath, her tits brushed my chest, her nipples perkier than ever. I dropped my gaze to see if I was right and sure as hell I was—they were pushing up against the fabric of her blouse, probably uncomfortably so.

She watched my eyes and didn’t seem bothered in the least that I wasn’t even hiding the fact that I was staring. “What am I thinking right now?” she questioned.

“You’re thinking how you want me to take one of your nipples in my mouth and suck on it so hard it hurts, then lick the hurt away.”

The elevator dinged and the doors opened. I turned around and left Allegra breathing hard in the back, her hands still holding onto the railing, wide-eyed. I walked out as two women walked in, my gaze connecting with Allegra’s. “Are you coming?”

Trying to compose herself, she nodded and cleared her throat before finally walking out. As she passed me, she threw over her shoulder, “Since you want to know everything about this pregnancy, you should know my nipples are tingling. A lot.”

Fuck if I didn’t meet my match.

Chapter Twelve

Allegra

I thought thelack of sleep was supposed to start after I pushed the watermelon out of my vagina. But apparently, it started now, when I couldn’t go to sleep, no matter how hard I tried because I needed my trusty friend—the toilet. I just knew we were going to be fast friends. I knew it was an inanimate object, but at this point, I was thinking I should spring for one of those split heart necklaces.

“You’re still in here?” Brady questioned as he leaned against the doorframe of the bathroom looking like his usual sexy self. Geez, I detested that man and his ability to make my mouth water when really, I wanted to retch.

I gave him the stink eye. “No, it’s all a figment of your imagination. Go back to sleep, Brady, because Allegra is perfectly fine, sound asleep in her bed.”

He crossed his arms, his muscles bulging so much that his veins popped out. But not in a gross-spider-veins-on-my-legs way, more like he’s-so-built-that-his-veins-bulging-is-a-sign-of-it way.

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