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“Oh, gosh, are you okay?” She crouched beside me and held my hair out of my face. “Gosh, let me get Dr. Marshal.”

I grabbed her wrist. “No.” I didn’t need a doctor. I needed my emotions to calm down. Unlike most pregnant women, I didn’t get morning sickness because my stomach was empty or because I had eaten something that didn’t agree with me or smelled something funny. I threw up when I got emotional, which made it a lot of fun.

“Okay...” She frowned. “How about a tissue, then?”

I leaned away from the trashcan, still on my knees, and she rose and got a tissue from the box on the corner of my desk. I took it when she handed it to me and realized I was crying.

“Please don’t tell anyone, okay? Just cancel my appointments for the rest of the day. I swear this is not contagious.” I stood up, feeling a little lightheaded.

“You’re pregnant, aren’t you?” Her eyes grew wide with surprise, and a smile turned her lips.

“Yes. Shh. Please don’t tell anyone. Not even the father knows yet.” I offered a half smile and half grimace. “Please.”

She grabbed me by the elbows and squealed in delight. “I swear. Oh, this is so exciting. Congratulations.”

She left, and I sank back into my chair, sobbing and covering my face with my hands. This was getting more and more complicated by the minute. If Evan got a promotion that took him away from me, how would I raise a child? And how could I tell him he was going to be a father if it meant giving up a promotion to stay here? Because if he was the man I thought he was, he’d never take that position and leave our child.

CHAPTERTWENTY-FIVE

Evan

I sat on the edge of the table as I waited for my examination. The door opened, and Gypsy walked in wearing a white coat and what looked like my combat boots. I salivated at the thought of what might be under that white coat as I stared at her hardened nipples pressed against the thin cotton material.

Thank God for cold air.I grinned as I licked my lips.

She closed the door and locked it. I readied myself for the thorough exam I prayed she would give me. Gypsy sauntered across the room with the stethoscope around her neck. She rolled the stool out from underneath the desk and sat down and crossed her legs.

“What brings you in today?” she asked.

I grinned, deciding to play along. “Well, doctor, there seems to be an uptick in my heart rate. I’m not sure what is causing it and figured I would come in and make sure everything is okay.”

“I see,” she said. “And have there been any major changes in your daily routine?”

I chuckled beneath my breath. I moved my eyes left-to-right then bounced my head from side-to-side as I pretended to think about my response.

“You know, Doc. I have been doing a lot more cardio these days. Maybe that’s affecting it.”

She nodded knowingly. “Cardio is actually very good for your heart. What kind of cardio have you been doing?”

I smiled. She knew damn well what kind of cardio I’d been doing. My heart was pacing nonstop right now while I stared at her exposed cleavage. I exhaled deeply as racy thoughts skipped across my mind.

“Hmm,” she murmured. Gypsy stood up and started unbuttoning the white coat. When she finished, she opened it and exposed her full nudity. I swallowed the excessive saliva that had built up in my mouth. Her nipples stared back at me. She was taunting me. “What about now? How’s your heart rate now?”

I twisted my neck to the side in a feeble attempt to shake off the desire that swept over me. There was something extremely sexy about her standing naked in those boots. She looked rugged, yet still feminine. Gypsy pulled the stethoscope from around her neck and placed each side in her ear.

“Let’s check your heart now.” She walked over to me and pressed the end up to my chest. Her breasts were up close and personal as she swayed back and forth, pretending to examine me. I blew a sensual breath on her skin. “Can you lie back for me, please?”

I followed her directions. The instant my back touched the cushion on the bed, she climbed on top of me. My eyes widened at the thought of how risqué she was being.

“So, what’s my diagnosis, Doc?”

She grinned as she unbuckled my belt. Her eyes bore into mine as she continued undoing my pants. Once she freed the button from its restraints, she yanked them down over my hips and my boxers followed shortly after. My cock was hard and ready. All that teasing had given me something to look forward to.

“It’s a bit inconclusive at the moment, so I’m going to do a more in-depth examination to find out.”

She didn’t give me a chance to speak before she lowered herself down onto me. I arched my back as I held onto the side of the examination bed. Gypsy bucked against me like a cowgirl at the rodeo. She rode me wildly as her fingernails dug into my skin. My mouth hung agape, and sharp, tiny breaths stumbled over the edge of my lips. The pressure of my girth begged me to accommodate her request to delve deeper to find the root of my problem, despite her knowing exactly what it was.

The tip of my dick throbbed against her wet walls.

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