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I lick my way down, over his abs, to his cock. When I take the shaft in my mouth, he groans deeply in his chest while tangling his hands in my hair. “Sienna...” My name comes out broken and almost desperate.
I smile but keep working him. I stroke his cock with my tongue, exploring and teasing before drawing him inside. I suck in mycheeks and start to bob my head, making him arch and cry out. He thrusts against my face until the head of his cock is at the back of my throat, and I swallow while massaging him with my cheeks. He’s suddenly rigid with tension, and I pull back just when he’s getting close. “Not yet.”
“You’re a cruel woman.” His voice is strained as I kiss my way back up his body.
“Worth it though.” I straddle him, dragging my wet slit against his hard cock until he thrusts upward. A slight shift of my hips puts his cock at my opening, and I sink down on him as he thrusts upward again, taking him inside me slowly while we both watch where our bodies join.
The sensation of his cock inside me makes us both groan, and we’re perfectly still for a tick, overwhelmed by the intensity of the connection. Slowly, I start to move, finding a rhythm that has him gripping my hips while I lose myself in the pleasure.
“That’s it.” His voice is rough with approval as I ride him, taking what I need while giving him what he craves. “Take what you want.”
The permission to be selfish, to claim my own pleasure, sends me spiraling toward another climax. I circle my hips and press down firmly against him, rocking my clit against his pubic bone. When he reaches between us to stroke my clit, I come again, my inner walls clenching around his cock as I cry out his name.
The sensation of me coming triggers his own release, and he sits up to pull me against his chest as he spills inside me, while we both shake with the force of our mutual pleasure.
I lay on his chest, not wanting to move an inch and break the spell.
“We should talk about what this means.” His voice is quiet and almost uncertain in a way that’s completely unlike him.
“Later.” I press a kiss to one of the stars on his chest, tasting salt and his essence. “Right now, I just want to exist in this moment.”
He tightens his arms around me, and for once, he doesn’t argue about control, planning, or what comes next. We lie together in the aftermath, both of us aware that everything has changed again but neither ready to examine what that means.
I drift toward sleep feeling safer than I have in weeks, despite everything that happened tonight. In Leo’s arms, with his body warm and solid beneath mine, the danger feels distant and manageable.
It’s only later, after a nap, when I slip into his shower while he makes phone calls, that reality intrudes again. The hot water feels amazing against my skin, washing away the remnants of fear and tension from tonight’s attack. I’m reaching for the shampoo when Leo’s voice comes from the doorway, quiet and thoughtful. “Your breasts are fuller.”
The observation makes me twitch, and my hand freeze on the bottle. My stomach lurches with sudden nausea from the secret I’ve been carrying. “What?” I try to keep my voice steady, but I can hear the tremor in it.
“Fuller. More sensitive than they were before too.” His voice carries a note of realization that makes my blood run cold. “I noticed while we were making love that you seemed even more responsive than nine weeks ago. I’m thinking about it more clearly...”
The nausea intensifies, rising in my throat with a vengeance. I shut off the water quickly and stumble out of the shower, barelymaking it to the toilet before my stomach rebels completely. I’m vaguely aware of Leo standing in the doorway, watching in silence as I’m sick. When I finally stop retching and lean back against the cool tile wall, he’s staring at me with an expression I can’t read.
The silence stretches between us, heavy with unspoken questions and terrible understanding. I can see him putting pieces together and connecting dots to arrive at the epiphany I desperately wanted to keep hidden for a little longer.
“Sienna.” His voice is very quiet and very controlled. “We need to talk.”
12
Leo
Istand in the doorway watching Sienna retch into my toilet, and my mind processes details with mechanical precision. The timeline becomes crystal clear as I connect symptoms I should have noticed weeks ago.
Her refusal of wine at dinner tonight, the way she pushed food around her plate without eating, and the exhaustion that’s been evident in her face for days, revealed by shadows under her eyes. Finally, her breasts are fuller and more sensitive than they were nine weeks ago when we first made love. All the clues lead to one conclusion.
The math is simple, brutal, and undeniable. We had unprotected sex nine weeks ago, and she’s now pregnant with my child.
The realization should terrify me. Instead, it settles in my chest with the weight of inevitability, like a chess move I should have seen coming but somehow missed until the pieces were already in position.
I watch her lean back against the cool tile wall, her face pale and drawn. She looks young, vulnerable, and completely unprepared for the conversation we’re about to have. Part of me wants to give her time to recover, to process this revelation in private before we dissect what it means for both our futures, but the larger part of me knows we can’t afford that luxury.
“Sienna.” I keep my voice soft, though my mind races through implications and consequences. “We need to talk.”
She doesn’t respond immediately as she closes her eyes and takes slow, careful breaths. When she finally moves from the wall to the sink, her hands shake as she rinses her mouth and splashes cold water on her face. She’s clearly bracing herself for what comes next, and the recognition that she might be afraid of me makes something twist painfully in my chest.
“How long have you known?” I lean against the doorframe, giving her space while making it clear leaving isn’t an option until we’ve discussed this.
“Known what exactly?” She meets my stare in the bathroom mirror, but her voice lacks conviction. We both know what I’m asking.
