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“Why are you making that face?” I ask him.

“Do you have any idea how good it feels to hear you say that so freely?”

“Say what?” I ask, keeping my tone soft. My emotions are all over the place. Currently, I’m annoyed by his smirking and simultaneously melting at his words.

“That you’ll miss me. Sometimes it’s hard to believe you’re really with me. That you want me around.”

My heart cracks at the rawness of his voice. “Daniel.”

Eyes warming, he smooths a thumb across my cheek. “You’re my dream, Han. Sometimes that’s exactly what all this feels like. I swear I’ll wake up, and you’ll be back to calling me Baby Hall when I flirt with you, telling me I’ve got no shot at the woman of my dreams.”

“It wasn’t like that.”

He lets out a sardonic laugh. “Oh, yes it was. You were unattainable.”

“And yet here I am, carrying your child, begging for your cock day and night, constantly asking you to tell me that you love me.”

Daniel’s smile grows so wide it can probably be seen from outer space. “Begging? I don’t remember any begging.”

I pinch his stomach, and when I dig my fingers in and tickle, he squeals. In seconds, we’re panting and laughing, but the sounds quickly turn into moans. His lips find mine, and then I’m pulling his shirt off, and he’s sinking into me.

“Tell me you love me,” I whimper as he lifts my leg so he can get a better angle.

With a grunt, he thrusts deep. “I love you.”

Electricity ricochets through me when his piercing hits that spot deep inside me only he can find. “Tell me you need me as much as I need you.”

He presses his thumb to my clit and rolls it slowly. “Need you so fucking much. God, Hannah, you feel like heaven.”

With every week that passes, my nerve endings become more sensitive. So when his piercing drags against my walls in just the right way, I unravel quickly. Toes curled, I squeeze my eyes shut and give in to the wave of ecstasy washing over me.

“Open those eyes, beautiful. Neither of us is dreaming right now. This is real. You’re mine, and so is every one of your orgasms.”

It takes effort, but I force my eyes open. Like this, I watch Daniel go over the ledge with me, the pulsing of his thick cockforces his piercings to dig even further into me, sending me straight into another orgasm.

He’s right. This is real. Yet knowing that our real lifeishis fantasy brings me a peace I never thought I’d find.

An hour later, after I’ve given up on napping—despite my exhaustion, I can’t fall asleep; thanks, pregnancy—I’m lying in bed, scrolling Instagram, when my phone rings.

The moment I slide my thumb over the screen to answer, a yawn catches me by surprise.

“Did I wake you up?” Millie asks.

“No,” I say on another yawn. “I’m just always tired.”

She giggles. “I’m guessing all the running around Vegas Daniel had planned isn’t helping.”

I smile. “He’s sweet, and the day has been perfect. But yes, I forced him to bring me back to the room so I could nap. Pretty sure I’ve walked ten miles already today. Though now that I’m lying in bed, I can’t sleep.”

“Aw, well, tell him to rub your back or order you a cup of tea.”

I arch my back, but when I can’t get comfortable, I turn to my other side. I always end up in this position—with a pillow between my thighs and another tucked beneath my bump. “Can’t.” The word is muffled because of my new position. I adjust, patting the pillow. “Sorry. Can’t ask him because he’s not here. He had a meeting.”

“Oh with the team in Vegas? God, I really hope he doesn’t love it. Is it wrong of me to say that?”

“Huh?” I’m too groggy to follow.

“It’s just—I want you guys to stay in Boston. I want to be near my nephew, and I want to raise our children together.”

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