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Sitting up straight, she put her hands on his thighs and fully exposed herself to him. He grinned like he knew what she was after.

As she moved up and down on his cock, he rubbed her clit—slowly at first to match her rhythm as she seductively rode him. But as she bucked against him harder and faster, the speed and pressure of his fingers increased. She could feel how wet she was, her body humming with need that only his thick shaft could fill. Her nipples stood at full attention while she arched her back and moaned before she started to tense.

The orgasm seemed to hit her out of the blue. The muscles that she’d been holding so tight were suddenly Jell-O as her body relaxed all at once, and she shivered with pleasure.

Before she could even come down from her orgasmic high, Pete flipped her over and plunged his cock in deep. The sensation only served to extend her pleasure.

When he started to grunt, she knew he was about to explode and implored him not to stop.

“Fill me with your cum!”

That was the whole reason she was there.

Chapter Three

Olivia

She sat at her office desk staring at her computer screen. The email with the heading that read ‘lab results—Lacroix, Olivia’ blinked at her.

In her heart, she knew what it was going to say, but that little sliver of doubt crept into her head, telling her that her symptoms were psychosomatic and nothing more than wishful thinking.

Her hand shook as she clicked ‘open’ and she quickly scanned the report. It looked like the dozen she reviewed every day, so she knew exactly where to focus.

And there it was in big bold letters—POSITIVE.

Olivia was pregnant.

Slumping back in her chair, she covered her mouth with the tips of her quivering fingers as it sunk in.

I’m going to be a mom.

She thought about the night she’d gotten pregnant. Pete had been such a good guy, and a pang of guilt hit her. She remembered how many orgasms he’d wrung from her before he came a second time and fell asleep, content that he’d satisfied her. And how she’d snuck out instead of allowing herself to snuggle next to him like she’d wanted to.

What she’d done was shitty, and she knew it.

But she was going to have a baby! And that made it worth it. Maybe it was Machiavellian of her, but in her mind, the end justified the means.

She decided to wait before telling anyone.

That decision lasted all of thirty minutes before she was on her way down to the ER to see her brother. She needed to share the news or she was going to burst—and her twin was the first person she thought of.

They’d just talked last night when she went to pick up a pizza. The pizza she threw up an hour later—the reason she decided to take a test when she got to work today.

I swear to God, if he judges me,she thought as she waited for the elevator. Especially after what he told her last night.

The song she had been singing along with on the radio had stopped, replaced with the voice that declared,Evan calling.

“Hey! How’s my favorite brother?”

“Hey little sister!”

“You’d think after thirty-eight years you’d want to forget about that one minute and let me just be your sister.”

“Never!”

The sound of his deep laugh filled the car, and it made her smile. She and Evan had that twin connection, even to this day. They were also highly competitive, which had served them both well throughout the years. Trying to outdo each other had gotten them both into one of the best med schools in the country, where they’d vied to be the top of their class, only to be beaten out by a guy in their study group. They’d gone their separate ways for their residencies, but ended up back together in Boston to practice their specialties.

But he, hands down, had the better social life.

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