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Moving together, we climb higher and higher toward our climax.

I lick the pad of my thumb and rub against her clit. She curses and tightens around me. She looks between us, to where we’re joined and then into my eyes.

“Oh my gosh,” she whispers, looking back down. “That’s so sexy.”

“Fuck.”

It’s not long before I feel the telltale sign that I’m about to come.

“You there?”

“Almost,” she whispers, squeezing her left breast and the tip. That isn’t going to help me any. Unless she wants me to come right now. Seeing her touch herself? Holy hell.

“Want you to come with me,” I grunt.

“Let go,” she says just as her own orgasm hits her long and hard. She screams my name, her head thrashing side to side against the mattress and I follow right behind her, collapsing off to the side of her.

“I’ll move in a minute. Or an hour.”

“No rush. I don’t think I can move anyway.”

After a few moments, I kiss her shoulder and slowly pull out.

We make quick work of cleaning up before crawling into bed. She drapes her leg over my thighs and plays with the hair on my chest.

“I don’t want to screw this up,” she whispers.

I kiss the top of her head. “Me either. We won’t. We need to figure out what we both want and go from there.”

She nods against my chest and ducks her head. I can tell she’s worried and that’s understandable. I’m worried, too.

There’s more than just our hearts at stake this time around.

“We’ll figure it out,” I promise her.

This time she doesn’t nod, but she does look up at me. “You think we will?”

“We’ve been through the crappy stuff to know what doesn’t work.”

“That’s true.”

“See? We’re practically experts now.”

“I’ll start writing down our relationship advice so we can publish it,” she says sarcastically.

“Always the smart ass.”

She wraps her arm around me and curls in closer. It hits me that I’m in bed, naked with the woman who’s going to have my child in seven months. But it doesn’t make me feel uncomfortable or freaked out.

Maybe it should, but then again, this wouldn’t feel so right if it did.

And it definitely feels right.

Chapter Thirteen

Ashley - five weeks later

“Areyou able to make it to my appointment tomorrow morning?” I ask Nik, settling on my couch for the evening. It was a long day at work. It was like every person within a one-hundred-mile radius who hadn’t brushed their teeth in a year decided to come get a cleaning. I’ve never been more grateful for having to wear a mask, gloves, and glasses in my entire career.

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