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“You going to come for me, Baby Hall? You’re so beautiful when you do.” Her voice is like whiskey, smooth and sensual, washing over me as my orgasm crests.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. “You don’t play fair.”

Hannah laughs, the move making her pulse around me. “No, I really don’t.” She smacks my hand away and brings her own fingers to that swollen bundle of nerves. Her head falls back, and she lets out the most beautiful whimper. “Fuck me, Daniel.”

With both hands on her hips, I do just that, pumping into her until she’s shuddering and spasming rhythmically and I’m coming in long waves.

When I can finally feel my toes again, I press a kiss to her lips. “Fuck, you are the best sex I’ve ever had.”

Head lolled back against the wall, she pants. “I think you got me pregnant.”

I laugh as I ease out of her, making sure she’s steady before I bend to pick up her clothes. “I got really deep, didn’t I? Fuck, I can’t wait to take you home and do it again.”

She grasps my arm and squeezes, gesturing for me to stand back up. “I’m serious, Daniel. I haven’t gotten my period. I think I’m pregnant.”

ELEVEN

HANNAH

I blow out a relieved breath.God, I’m glad I’m not carrying the weight of it all on my own anymore.

And as a bonus, I’m no longer wound up. That orgasm was fantastic.

“You’re pregnant?”

Daniel’s panicked voice brings me back to the present.

I shrug as I take my clothes from him. Though he gave me one hell of an orgasm, I, unfortunately, have to put this jersey back on. I can’t very well leave the building topless.

“Promise I’ll take this off as soon as we get back to my place, but for the time being, I need clothes.”

Once I’ve pulled it over my head, I turn in a slow circle, searching for a paper towel. I find none. What the hell? What kind of storage closet doesn’t have at least one random roll of paper towel? Other than an empty shelf, this one is completely bare. So with a sigh, I slip a foot into my pants. I’ll just have to walk around a bit sticky from Daniel’s cum. Things could be worse.

“Hannah.” His tone is more serious now, less dazed. “Look at me.”

I drag my eyes up to meet his, and at the shock written across his face, I wince. Poor kid looks the way I felt a few hours ago. “I’m sure you couldn’t have imagined I’d tell you something like that when you dragged me in here—it wasn’t what I expected when Jasper mentioned my period either?—”

He stumbles back. “You and Jasper?”

I have to force myself not to laugh. Boy, is he easy to rile up. It’s kind of adorable when he’s jealous.

Or it would be if we were actually doing that whole thing where he had any reason to be jealous.

We’re not, though.

He may be my baby daddy, but he won’t be my boyfriend.

Though it’s good to know that if I need to get my rocks off during this pregnancy, he can actually do the job.

“Jasper is just?—”

“If you say a friend,” Daniel grits out, stepping closer.

A laugh bubbles out of me. “A pain in the ass, and one I’m paid to deal with, at that. Definitely not a friend, nor someone I’ve fucked.” I press a hand to his chest and push him back. God, I need a little space to breathe. “Like I said earlier, you’re the last person I was with. Honestly, you’re the only person I’ve been with this year, so don’t go thinking you’re not the father?—”

Daniel’s eyes soften, his shoulders falling. “I would never.”

With a shrug, I straighten my waistband. “I would understand if you did. Plenty of guys would.”

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