Page 37 of The Billionaire's Accidental Legacy

She truly did.

And so, as he began to undress himself with shaking hands, she knew that he was as undone as she was.

She watched as he bared that gorgeous, perfect body for her, and she knew a moment of shame, because he was still perfect. Rippling muscles and utter glory, while she was round and...

When he uncovered that most masculine part of him, all of her insecurity vanished.

He was hard for her. And the need in his eyes was like an inferno.

He reached down, gripped the top of her gown and pulled it down, exposing her breasts, and then he divested her of the rest of the garment, leaving her only in a pair of lace underwear, her belly round andobvious.

She had decided to get dressed up like a femme fatale because there was no way to avoid him, and anyway it was how she fortified herself when she ran a con. She had decided to meet him where he stood because she knew that there was no other real option.

She hadn’t anticipatedthis. Or maybe she had. Maybe somewhere, deep down, this was what she had always wanted it to become.

Maybe it was what she needed.

They could come together again, and it would never be enough. She knew that. Because there was some kind of sickness in them.

Something that made them need each other like this.

It wasn’t just sex for him; she could see that.

Because he was not happy to be here. He didn’t want to want this, and somehow, that made her feel even more aroused. Because it made her feel even more special.

This thing between them had always been real. Specific.

It had never been simple sexual desire. It had always been something deeper.

They were powerless in the face of it even now. Even as they attempted to cope with this new reality. The pregnancy.

Even as he was angry. She didn’t know at what. Not her. But at something. Some darkness that seemed to be pushing at him.

“Beautiful,” he said, his voice a growl. “You are stunningly beautiful. And mine.”

She wasn’t his.

He was leaving.

And it hurt her more than she wanted to admit.

She’d told him the baby wasn’t his so he would leave. So she could have her independence. She was fine.

She was fine.

She was fine.

She didn’t need him.

But now sheneededhim.

He bent down and pressed his mouth to her stomach. She shivered.

And then he looked up at her, and she saw something so raw, so painful, in his eyes that she had to look away.

He cursed, low and harsh, and then lifted her, putting her on her knees, with a pillow beneath her to help brace her stomach. Then he put his large, rough palm against her ass and squeezed her, before moving her underwear to the side.

And he was inside her before she could take her next breath.

---