Page 30 of The Little Black Rose

“To move in,” he explains.

“You want to move in tomorrow? That’s…really fast.”

“I don’t see any reason to wait. Do you?” he asks, his grin filled with challenge.

“No. I guess not,” I concede.

“Great,” he says, clapping his hands together and rubbing the palms against each other before picking up his slice of pizza. “I’ll text Jared and Sam tonight to rope them into helping, and I’ll call Zoey to let her know I need the day off tomorrow.”

“Sounds good,” I say, watching him happily chomp off a bite of his pizza and chew it behind a closed-lipped smile.

Tomorrow.Zeke Beckett is moving into my house, tomorrow. God, help me and my out-of-control urges when it comes to this man. Because if I can’t rein it in…

* * *

You’re sowet for me, Ava.

Oh, you like that.

You’re so fucking tight.

This little rose tattoo is sexy as fuck.

You feel so fucking good.

So wet and tight.

So perfect.

Let go.

Come for me, Ava.

My eyes fly open as my core clenches down, wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure washing over me. I’m breathing hard as I sit up quickly, my eyes searching out every shadowed corner of my bedroom.

“Holy shit,” I breathe, my chest heaving as realization dawns.

I just came. I’d been dreaming of my night with Zeke, and he fucking made me come,again, without even being here.

I’ve had sex dreams before, of course. Hasn’t everyone? But I can honestly say that was the first time I ever orgasmed in my sleep.

I grab my phone to check the time. It’s just after two in the morning. I fall back to my pillow and stare at the dark ceiling.

If I’m dreaming of Zeke now, how’s it going to be when he’s living under the same roof? Shit, knowing my luck, I’d probably sleepwalk into his room, climb into his bed, and hump his leg, or something.

“Fuck,” I groan, rubbing a palm over my eyes.

This is impossible. Maybe I should text Zeke and tell him I changed my mind.

Our family is worth whatever it takes.

His conviction-filled words ring in my ears, and I know I can’t do that. I have to try. It’s important to him. It’s important to me, too. I want him to play as big of a role in this pregnancy as he desires.

And, well, if he gets his leg humped in the process, then that’s on him.

Chapter15

Maybe I Won’t Murder You

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