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A to-do list that isn’t easily checked off. The worst kind.

Hunter turns the lamp off and pulls me close.

“I can hear you thinking,” he says.

“I’m overwhelmed. Between my internship and thinking about starting my own business, and the pregnancy, and Griffin not speaking to me. There’s a lot going on.”

“I know. The last few days have been tough. Tomorrow, we’ll make a plan. I know how much you love checklists.”

“I do, especially if they’re color coded.”

He chuckles. “Then that’s what we’ll do.”

In Hunter’s arms, I do my best to push all my worries aside and get some much-needed sleep.

CHAPTER35

Hunter

Sophie:I’m so horny. Come home and fuck me please.

I stare at her text. I should be focused on thehornyandfuck meparts of it. That’s a no-brainer. But,come homestands out.Home.

Hunter:On my way.

I type out my response, then grab my suit jacket on the way out of my office.

When Jeannie sees me exit, she looks up from her computer.

“Have a good night,” I tell her as I pass her desk.

“Oh,” she startles, checking her watch, then appears confused with the time it offers her, “um, goodnight.”

When I get home, she’s already there, lying on the bed with her legs spread wide. Her eyes are closed, her finger circling over her clit as her breasts lift and fall with each deep breath.

Not breaking stride on my way to her, I toss my suit jacket on the chair then yank at my tie to loosen it. My already hard cock twitches eagerly against my zipper.

My eyes drop between her legs. At the wetness dripping along her seam.

“Christ, Sophie.”

Her eyes fly open. “I started without you.”

“I can see that.”

My fingers start working the buttons of my shirt while I stand there taking her in. Appreciating how beautiful she looks with her hair spread over the pillow. She’s still tan from our weekend at the lake. Her skin kissed with a bronze glow in places that her swimsuit doesn’t cover.

My gaze drags over her body.

Her full breasts and tight pink nipples.

The indent of her waist and curve of her hips.

Her belly where I’ve started to notice the slightest bump developing.

Those who don’t know she’s pregnant wouldn’t be able to tell, but I know Sophie’s body so well, I can see the change happening. The swell of her stomach is a reminder that just like our baby developing inside her, my feelings for Sophie have grown.

I toss my shirt aside, then drop my pants and step out of my boxer briefs.

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