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Blair pressed a shaking hand to her stomach. Step three was in place. The implantation was finished and now it was a waiting period. Dr. Melbourne told her that she could see results as early as three to four days and she was counting on it.

Her husband was coming home over the weekend, but she was still not going to tell him anything yet. She would keep this from him as long as possible.

There was also another factor. She had insisted on multiple embryos in order to even the odds and chances are she wascarrying twins or even triplets. The idea of that was making her so excited, she could barely contain it.

If she had multiples, she would no longer have to worry about doing this again. She would have all of her children in one go.

Sitting out in the parking lot, she started praying, like she had never prayed before. She would focus on the positive. This was going to save her marriage. The rumors were still floating around, and one very pushy and malicious reporter had asked her if her marriage was on the verge of collapsing.

She had given the woman a freezing look that had her slinking away. And had been tempted to call and ask Cayden for reassurances. Taking a deep breath, she turned her mind to what was happening inside her body, a smile touching her lips.

Chapter 3

He simply stood there inside the doorway of their pale gold bedroom and took her in. He had come ahead of the rest of his family because he was impatient to see her. Three weeks was more than enough time to be away from her and he was unable to bloody sleep without her.

She was seated in front of her vanity mirror, brushing her hair. It was her nightly ritual, and it felt comforting. They had been at odds for too long, It was time to fix things. His body stirred slowly, heat spreading throughout his body as he gazed at the creamy caramel complexion through the transparent blue silk robe.

As if just sensing his presence, she looked up and saw him reflected in the mirror. Her smile came slowly, blooming first in her magnificent eyes and then her sultry lips. Putting the brush away, she turned around.

“You’re back!” Her voice was sultry, a hint of smoke and sex.

“Yes.” He steadied himself for a minute and tried to quiet his heart. “I wanted to surprise you.”

“You sure did.” She stayed where she was, even though she wanted to run into his arms. Her gaze was uncertain, and it broke his heart a little bit to realize that she was not sure where she stood with him. “Is everyone else here?”

He shook his head and belatedly realized he was just standing there. Pushing away from the door jamb, he walked towards her and dropped to his knees. “Hi.” His hands slid up her thighs, feeling the silkiness of her skin. “You just showered.”

“Yes.” One hand went to his face, her expression luminous. “Just now. Lord, I missed you.”

“Did you?” Moving his head, he used his tongue to caress her palm. “How much?”

“This much.” She used one hand to shrug out of her robe, revealing that beneath it she was completely naked.

“Were you expecting me?” His breath was coming in ragged spurts as he gazed at her breasts with her nipples proud and already erect, Bending his head, he circled the nipple first with his tongue and then scraped it with his teeth.

She screamed! The reaction was violent and explosive as he continued to torture the sensitive nipples with teeth and tongue. She was pregnant and that was definitely one of the very pleasurable side effects.

As if realizing that she needed the release, he cupped her sex and that was all it took. The climax slammed into her with a fury that had her back arching, her body trembling.

“More.” He whispered harshly, face hard and taut with passion. Sliding two fingers into her musky moisture, he stroked the flesh and had her climaxing again.

Her body was trembling, breasts quivering and the sight of her, his woman, his wife, his lover, coated with passion and sweat, her lips parted, he went mad. His control was shredded. Dragging her down with him, they both fought to get rid of his clothing.

Buttons flew as they rolled on the lush gold carpet in a frenzied effort to take off his clothes. With a grunt, he toed off his boots and kicked away his trousers. He was hard as the proverbial rock and vibrating with a need so raw and potent, it ripped through him like a jagged saw.

Wrapping his hands around her narrow waist, he settled her on top of him. She sheathed him, her tightness gripping him until he felt his breath whooshing from his body.

Rearing up, he seized her mouth, tongue foraging, tasting her familiar sweetness. Her fingers dug into his flesh, racing up and down his back as she rode him, milking him, until he felt as if he was dying.

Surely, he could not survive this! Her body arched again as the climax ripped through her slender body. He came then, driving into her and watering her with his seed. Ending the kiss, he cradled her, face buried in the side of her neck, his long, lean body shuddering.

They stayed that way, wrapped around each other. He was still wearing his socks, and their clothing were strewn all aroundthem. This was what he had been missing, night after night, sleeping alone in that big bed in their ancestral home.

“We should try and get up,” he murmured.

“Hmm.” She stroked his neck, the hairs growing thickly at his nape and smiled when she felt him still shuddering. The passion had always been fierce between them, but the three weeks absence had sharpened it to the point of violence.

“That was some welcome home gift.” He lifted his head to give her a quizzical look. “Perhaps I should go away more often.”

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