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My cheeks flush as I glance over at Jack and his boyfriend, who are pretending to mind their own business, but their acting rivals Kristen Stewart in Twilight.

“I said behave. These are the people I have to work with, and Justina has a way of spinning words.” I grumble. “And stop talking about impregnating me! It’s weird!”

I release his tie, facing the line again. His arms slither around me from behind, his chin nuzzling into my neck.

“It doesn’t turn you on even a little?” He teases, the palm of his hand flattening out across my stomach.

My breath hitches, my mind spinning with insane thoughts. There’s an intense flutter wreaking havoc through my core, one I wish I had the strength to fight off.

“Sometimes I picture you walking around your apartment in nothing but your panties on, your belly round with my child.” He groans. “So needy for my fingers... my tongue... my cock.”

I spin in his arms, panting from the sheer chaos of the picture he’s painting. “I’m warning you, if you don’t shut up right now-”

“You’ll what?” He goads.

My brows dip in anger, “What has gotten into you tonight?”

“We probably should have stayed home.”

Home.

The sentiment rang loud in my ears, almost louder than his admission that impregnating me turns him on. Only because the idea of us sharing a home is a reality far more realistic than the latter.

“The things coming out of your mouth are crazy.” I try wriggling out of his hold, his unrelenting arms pissing me off even more. “You want to know why they’re crazy? Because just a few months ago we faced the very real possibility of me being pregnant,” I whisper-yell, “And I don’t exactly remember you being all that excited.”

“Mmm, I think it was you that wasn’t excited. I don’t remember being asked how I felt about it.” His tone drops in my ear almost like a warning. “A lot has changed in the last few months. Now, all I can think about is filling you up with my come every damn minute of the day.”

My heart plummets to the pit of my stomach, detonating like a bomb. Warmth spreads everywhere throughout my body. I squeeze my legs together to keep myself from dripping, his words like fingers toying with my pussy, soaking the flesh between my thighs.

“You’re insane.” My accusation comes out breathier than I want it to.

“Only for you.” His arms crush me to him, my back to his front, as he nuzzles his face in the crook of my neck.

I nearly jump out of my skin as the bartender’s voice cuts through this little bubble we’ve found ourselves in and I wonder how long we’ve been standing here like this in front of her. She clears her throat again and Jack steps in front of us with Mordecai to ease some of the embarrassment that’s clearly consuming me.

Gripping Khaos’ wrists, I fight for escape.

“Just... behave!”

I let him lead us back to our table with our drinks, falling a few steps behind on purpose. My entire body feels feverish and I’m sure I’m as red as my dress right now. Regret seeps in, the idea of having Khaos with me has backfired drastically. Instead of having him here as a repellent for Blane, he’s now pissedoff the one woman I wish he hadn’t and riled me up with permanent embarrassment.

“Um, are you as hot and bothered as I am right now?” Jack fans his face.

Taking a large gulp of my vodka soda, mostly vodka per my request, I shake my head.

“He’s literally a caveman. He has zero social skills and less manners.”

“Okay, either your just as gay as I am or he’s horrible in bed.” Jack laughs. “And by the looks of it, he can’t be all that bad.”

Jack assesses Khaos as he stands there by the chair waiting for us. When I look down, I notice the giant bulge in his slacks. He doesn’t even bother to hide it as he sneaks sips of his whiskey beneath his mask, the color of the liquor matching his eyes.

“He scares me sometimes.” I admit and it’s the truth.

Lately, the words that leave his mouth have a way of tearing through my heart like bullets.

Finally, I take the seat next to him, yanking his suit jacket for him to follow as servers start to pass around the first course of the night. The table fills with more of my co-workers, and we all mingle, catching up on each other’s lives. Khaos talks about the tour, his band mates, about meeting me. I sit there and let him share, but there’s a mild discomfort in being this open with everyone.

As the night goes on, the music gets raunchier, and everyone gradually becomes more drunk. We’ve been left for the dance floor, so it’s just the two of us now, watching the others.

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