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“Fuck, you look beautiful while you come,” I murmur, my eyes getting lost in hers as I’m riding out the waves of ecstasy with her. “I can’t wait to see how fucking gorgeous you look coming on my cock.”

Riley’s orgasm begins to subside and I slowly pull my fingers from her, holding her in my arms, stroking her hair as I stare at her through the mirror. Her lips part, a yawn escaping her as she nuzzles her head against my shoulder.

We stay like that for a few minutes before her body starts to grow heavier and her breathing starts to even out. She looks up at me as I move away from the bed. “Come sleep, my love,” I murmur, motioning for her to move farther up the bed. “I’m going to change and get you some clothes.”

“I need to brush my teeth.”

I nod, walking over to my dresser for a pair of shorts and a shirt for her. As I walk back over to the bed, I see her gaze drop down to my pants.

Her eyes widen, a pink tint creeping across her cheeks “Did you—did you come?”

“This is what you do to me, Riley.” A sheepish grin breaks out across my face. “Were you expecting something different?”

“I don’t know what I was expecting,” she says softly, her eyes finding mine as she rises to her feet to get dressed. “But I’m not complaining about any of this.”

“Did I meet your expectations from your fantasy?”

Riley lets out a soft breath, a smile dancing across her lips. “You exceeded them.”

“Good,” I tell her, nodding as I grab my own fresh clothing. “Let’s get cleaned up and get to bed.” I look at her. “I want you in my bed tonight.”

“I like the sound of that.”

I like the sound of you.

CHAPTER TWENTY

RILEY

My stomach shifts, my hand instinctively moving over my swollen belly as I feel the baby moving inside again. The further along I get, the more limited his space is in there and honestly, I’m beginning to wonder if it’s becoming uncomfortable for both of us now.

For the first time in months, things finally seem to have settled down. My blood pressure has stabilized with the medication and as long as I make sure I elevate my feet, it seems to help with the swelling. Overall, the doctors don’t seem to be too concerned with the way everything is, but they continue to monitor me closely, just in case.

I’m honestly grateful. I’ve heard too many horror stories of providers not being attentive or paying close attention to their patients. Of women knowing something is wrong in their body, only to have a doctor tell them they don’t know what they’re talking about. And then when shit hits the fan and their lives hang in the balance, everyone starts to wonder how the hell the health care providers missed the signs.

Maybe I should stay off the internet, because reading some of these stories freaks me out. I’m fortunate enough to have anamazing team caring for me… and to have this man who I don’t deserve, making this all really happen.

Nash Simmons may not be mine, and I don’t deserve the kindness he has already extended. When he offered to marry me—at first, I wanted to tell him no. Who the hell gets married for something like what we did?

But now, looking back on it all, I know why people do it. It has alleviated so much stress in my life. I don’t have to feel the financial strain of paying for my own medical care right now.

Life has been so much easier because of Nash. It feels weird without him here. This isn’t the first time he’s had to go on the road for a game since he’s been staying with me, but this is the longest he’s had to go. The other times have only been a few nights at a time. This time, he’s gone for a little over a week as they’re playing on the West Coast.

I wish I didn’t miss him as much as I do right now. He confuses the hell out of me, muddling my thoughts and fucking up my feelings. There are so many things I want to ask him—to see if I’m not just imagining things—but I can’t bring myself to do it. If only I could let myself get past the underlying fear I have. I don’t think Nash would ever intentionally hurt me, but the thought of letting him in like that is terrifying.

Sure, we’ve had our heated moments, but it could always just stay like that too. If we keep things the way we have been, it’s easier for there to be a clean break. At some point, our arrangement is going to come to an end.

I’ll have this baby and be able to get my insurance sorted out and then there will be no need for this anymore. We won’t have to be married and he won’t need to stay with me. Nash will be free to get on with his life however he wants.

And then what? What’s left for me?

I don’t think anyone truly wants to be alone, but if that’s what it comes down to, that’s how things are meant to be.

Nash Simmons doesn’t owe me a damn thing. He has no commitment to me.

But I’d be lying if I said I didn’t wish he did.

My phone starts to ring from where it’s sitting on the couch beside me and I pick it up, my smile growing wider when I see his name. He must have known I was thinking of him.

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