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I push my hospital gown aside and guide my cock to her entrance from behind. “Hold the sink. Lean over and tilt your ass up so I can get inside you.”

I rub the tip of my dick through her juices and slide into home, balls deep inside her. “Fuck, Ashlyn. You’re as tight as you were when I took your virginity.”

I pull out, almost all the way, and then thrust my cock in so hard my balls slap against her. No one else has ever felt this good. We fit together perfectly, like we were made for each other.

I start slow at first, increasing my pace until I’m at full speed with Ashlyn grinding against me, matching my every stroke. “Harder, Owen.”

“Goddamn, you know how to fuck for someone who’s only done this one other time.” I wish my dominant hand weren’t numb and in this sling so I could finger her clit and make her come hard while we fuck. “Next time won’t be like this. I swear I’ll take care of you. I’ll eat you out so good you’ll scream my name over and over.”

She pushes her ass against me with every thrust. I’m tapping it so deep that the end of my dick is pounding on her womb. “I’m gonna come inside you. I’m gonna fill you with every drop I have, just like I did that night.”

“I could get pregnant, Owen.”

I know that it’s reckless, but I don’t give a fuck in this moment. I couldn’t pull out of her if I tried. “You’d be beautiful with my kid growing inside your swollen belly.”

Chapter4

Ashlyn Shepherd

I go stilland look at him in the mirror. Did I hear him correctly? I can’t afford to misunderstand. “Say that again.”

His arm snakes around my waist and he spreads his hand over my stomach. “I said you’d be beautiful with my kid growing inside your swollen belly.”

Fuck. Me.

I’ve already had his kid growing in my belly once and he has no idea. It’s very possible he may hate me when he finds out. What then? I share my son with a man who despises me?

“Damn it, I need to use my arm.” Owen reaches for his sling.

“Don’t you dare. You’ll mess up all the repair work.”

What we’re doing is reckless in so many ways.

Owen has no business doing this kind of physical activity. He could cause all kinds of permanent nerve damage to his shoulder.

I have no business letting him put himself at risk. I’m his nurse. I’m supposed to take care of him.

We have no business doing this without birth control. We’ve already had one unplanned pregnancy—making me a single mother. I can’t handle another kid right now.

What is wrong with me? I ask myself the question but I already know the answer.

I want him. I need him.I love him.

I don’t think it’s possible I’ll ever want anyone but Owen. Five years later and he’s still all I desire.

I lift my head and look into the mirror. Those beautiful pale blue eyes lock on mine. I can’t believe this. I’m letting the panty dropper fuck me again. And come inside me. I know what happened last time he did that, yet here I stand—saying nothing—while he does it again.

His hand moves around and grips my hip when he thrusts one last time, filling me with his seed. Just like he did that night. Just like when he got me pregnant.

“Fuck, Ashlyn,” he hisses through gritted teeth. “That was so good, baby.”

He relaxes and his hand comes up to my face to grip my chin, turning it so he can kiss the corner of my mouth. “You are mine. You have been all this time even if you didn’t know it. Do you understand that?”

No two ways about it. Owen Bliss owns me. There’s no debating it. “Yes.”

“Don’t run from me again.”

I don’t think I could if I tried. “I won’t.”

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