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But then she breaks my heart and whispers, “Wait, wait, wait. Stop.”

CHAPTER 29

SIENNA

My pulse is so strong and invasive I can barely think straight. All I want is that glorious cock of his to spear me. My body is aching for it, screaming at me to get on with it. His tip is right there, that slight pressure a sweet promise of what I’ve been missing and pining for.

But…

“We can’t do this.” I pull back, disappointment nearly blinding me, but I’ve got enough logical brain cells left to know I don’t want to get pregnant again.

I can’t let one of his little sperm change my life all over again. I’m not ready to take that risk.

Sure, he loves me.

Sure, I’m learning to trust him again, and I want this.

Ireallywant this.

But the practical side of me is shouting two things on repeat until they drown out my chaotic heartbeat:

You’re not ready to get pregnant again!

Who knows where his dick has been.

The second one makes me shudder, and I slip off his lap entirely, scuttling up the bed.

He looks kind of devastated, and it’s only then that I realize I haven’t explained myself.

I squeeze my eyes shut, scrunching my nose and shaking my head. “We don’t have protection. And I can’t risk… I’m sorry, but?—”

“I have protection.” He scrambles for his jeans, giving me a nice shot of his perfect ass as he reaches to the floor and wrestles his wallet out of the back pocket.

Pulling a condom out, he gives me a triumphant grin, holding it up, like all our problems have been solved.

My stomach jumps and jitters with anticipation, my sex-crazed hormones doing a happy dance, but now all I’m thinking is…He carries a condom in his wallet? How often does he have sex?

His shoulders slump, like he can read my mind, his voice going soft and husky. “The only girl I’ve ever not worn one of these for is you.” He lifts his chin, his gaze holding me still. “You’re the only one who’s ever truly had me.”

My expression buckles as I softly whisper, “But I’m not.”

“You’re the only one who’s had my heart and soul. I may have had sex a time or two.”

“Or a hundred,” I mutter, then wince at the bitter edge to my tone.

He ignores my quip and places his finger under my chin, gently guiding me to face him. “I get that you might not be able to move past this, and I’d never force you to do anything you don’t want to do, but please believe mewhen I tell you that you’re the only girl I’ve ever made love to.”

His face right now.

Shit, he makes it impossible not to believe him.

His regret and shame is so potent, I can practically taste it.

And I know I’ll hate myself forever if I end our time together this way. If I kick him out the door right now, I’ll be miserable.

So, what are my other options?

You could forgive him.

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