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I put my teeth against her shoulder and bit down. Not enough to break skin, not enough to do damage, but enough that I knew she felt that spike of pain. She almost screamed as she finally came. Her inner muscles clamped down around me, pulling meover the edge as well. I moaned against her back, hips jerking as I emptied myself inside her.

We froze for a moment, and then she collapsed into the chair with a giggle. “I cannotbelieveyou,” she bemoaned. “You coerced me into accepting your proposal.”

I patted her ass as I slid out of her. “Like you wouldn’t have said yes eventually.”

“You don’t know that!” Her nose wrinkled. “Hand me a paper towel?”

I reached for the roll that was on Jonathan’s desk. I was going to have to give this room a serious wipe down and leave a hefty tip to thank him for giving us space.

“You don’t want to spend the rest of the day with me dripping down your thighs?”

She shivered for a moment, even as she forced her face into a mockery of disgust. “Of course, I wouldn’t.” I hummed and watched as she cleaned herself up. “Do you have to watch this?” she asked.

“Am I not allowed?”

“It’s just a little humili—” Her eyes went round with shock, and she let out a little cry that was nothing like the ones of pleasure that I had been pulling from her moments before.

“Dolcezza? What’s wrong?”

She held out the paper towel to me. It was stained a bright red that faded to pink. “I’m bleeding,” she said, almost absently. Her eyes were on the towel in her hands.

I took it from her gently and gave her a new one. “Finish cleaning up,” I said, calm even as my chest felt tight and tighter. “I’ll clean up around here as best I can, and then we’re going to see Dr. Coleman.”

She blinked slowly as she looked up at me. “I don’t have an appointment today.”

I cupped her face gently. “He’ll see you,” I assured her. “I’ll make sure that he sees you.”

“But—”

“If he’s not available, I’ll take you the ER, all right?” I cut her off. “It’s going to be okay.”

Isabella shook herself slightly. “Of course,” she said. “I’m fine. It’s nothing, right? We probably just irritated something.”

“Are you in pain?”

She shook her head. “No,” she promised, taking hold of the hand that was still pressed against her face. “No, I’m fine. I’m totally fine.”

She wasn’t—and neither was I—but we would be fine. All three of us.

CHAPTER 19

Isabella

“Spotting is perfectly normal during pregnancy,” Dr. Coleman said. “Especially after sex.”

Lorenzo had hauled ass to the doctor after we finished mopping up Jonathan’s studio. I had told him that I was fine. I wasn’t cramping or anything, but he didn’t want to take any chances.

When I pulled up my shirt, the doctor checked the cut on my stomach to make sure that there weren’t any infections. When it checked out, he brought out the doppler and found the baby’s heartbeat without an issue. And he hadn’t blinked an eye when Lorenzo insisted on an ultrasound. The tech was quick to find the baby and point out its little heartbeat. When we saw its movement with our own eyes, Lorenzo finally relaxed.

“Outside of sex, what causes spotting?” I asked. The night that I had my first episode of spotting, Lorenzo and I hadn’t even touched each other.

“Stress, usually,” Dr. Coleman said with a little shrug. “Sometimes, it just happens anyway. Pregnancy is a trauma tothe body, even in the best, most healthy pregnancies. All that growing and shifting of organs causes damage.”

That made sense. “So, is it common to have spotting multiple times during a pregnancy?”

The doctor nodded. “If we saw it too often, I might recommend bedrest or something similar to make sure that nothing else was going on, but every pregnancy is different. Some women spot every day; some women never do.” He cocked his head. “Has this happened before?”

Aware of Lorenzo’s eyes on me, I nodded. “It was stress related,” I said, without going into detail. “I had cramps then too, which I don’t have now.” I felt, more than saw, Lorenzo go stiff.

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