Page 150 of Sugarloaf Ridge Lies

His brows jump. “Her?”

Why am I suddenly calling the baby ‘her’?

My mouth tugs into a half-grin. “I get the vibe it’s a girl.”

“Well, if she’s half as cheeky as her mumma, we’re gonna be in trouble.”

Jerry’s hand sweeps up my side and cups my boob through the soft sports bra I’m now forced to wear to bed due to my expanding cup size. When he pinches my nipple, it pebbles, sending a jolt of heat between my legs. “Cheeky.”—pinch—“Feisty.”—pinch—“Protective.”—“Strong, but oh so sweet.”

Hearing him describe me like that somehow has a way of washing a lifetime of insecurities away. I’ll be strong for her, for me, for us.

Jerry nibbles at my lower lip and teases the seam of my mouth with his tongue.

“You forgot horny,” I mumble.

His smile stretches against my lips. “Lemme see what I can do about that, sugar.”

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