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She’s being playful.

Well, if she wants to play, I’ll play.

But she better be ready for me to break the rules and play dirty.

Then again, I know Scarlett likes it dirty.

“I’d lock you in the bedroom, after tying you up with your legs bound apart, and leave you there until you’re so fucking wet I’d just slide inside you.”

Scarlett swallows.

“Leaving seems like a dumb thing to do.”

“It’s the anticipation,” I rasp.

“I hate anticipation.”

I smirk.“No, you don’t.”

Scarlett’s pretty eyes dart away, so I step back to give her space.

It’s been four months since we found out our baby was on the way, and suddenly we’re sleeping together again.How we’venotfucked for this long I don’t know.

But it complicates things.It’s exaggerating my feelings for her.Making me ask questions that I haven’t in recent months.

Do I care, or do I feel something deeper?

Do I just lust for this woman and need to fuck her out of my system before our kid is born?

Does she just want sex because of the hormones and lack of anyone else—an assumption I hope I’m partially right about—or does she feel something else?

I don’t know what I want the answer to be.

Yet here I am on a Monday night, late and unable to keep my hands off her.

But I’ll try.

When I turn back, she’s tugging down her pajamas, and then her head snaps up to me when I groan.

“Well, you broke and entered.I’m alive.Your kid is fine.”She rubs her stomach.“So you can leave now.”

Is she joking?

I glance at her pajamas and grimace, wishing she had more clothes on.It would make it so much easier to walk away.Her nipples are hard, pressing against the thin cotton and begging for me to suck them.

“Sorry I revolt you so much.”Scarlett pouts.“But you did this, so whatever.”

Revolt?

I almost laugh.

I close the gap and cup her breast, thumbing the nipple like it’s a criminal.Scarlett gasps, her eyes closing.

“I’m so revolted.”I take her chin.“I’m so revolted I’ve spent three days jerking off, dreaming of your naughty cunt, Scarlett.”

“Don’t call it that,” she breathes, pressing into me.

“Go lie down so I can taste you.Then I’m rubbing your feet.”