Page 105 of Unfolding Kiara

“I want a soccer team.”

I was feeling nauseated for about a week, and Ethan was convinced that I had eaten too much cake at his sister’s birthday. But you don’t puke, have migraines and tender breasts if it’s food poisoning.Yes, maybe it is food poisoning. I was throwing up as soon as I woke up and didn’t let Ethan massage my aching breasts with coconut oil which was saying a lot.

But, deep down, Iknewit was something else.

“Do you want me to drop you off?”

I snapped back to reality when I heard Ethan’s deep voice when he entered the kitchen. He was wearing a soaking grey t-shirt and sweatpants, a towel around his neck.

I ate my cereal and shook my head. “It’s fine. I need to contact the editor and see that apartment I was talking about.” A few days ago, a landlord contacted me asking me about the apartment I had seen after the breakup with Jake. Ethan would come with me if I wanted, but he was going to talk with his agent and Mr. Stone.

So, the reason for my sickness could be stress-related because of my second book and the auction.

Licking my lips, I watched his muscles bulge and clench when he gulped water from the water bottle and my pussy twitched for some attention.Not now. I scolded my inner hoe, shamelessly staring at him like I always did when he came back from the gym. Something about getting dirty with him as soon as he came back from working out and lifting weights turned me on.

“Done eye-pussying me, Bella?” Ethan asked, his voice low and smoky as he sat across from me.

I rolled my eyes. “Will you ever stop saying that word? And to answer your question, no, never.” I stood up from the stool and pecked his lips, keeping the bowl in the sink.

“Then why don’t you move to my room? I have a bigger bed.” Ethan said, grabbing my hand and pulling me between his legs.

“You will distract me from my work.”

He raised an eyebrow, “Me? Distracting? Have you seen yourself?” His eyes averted to the thin tank top I slept in last night. A soft moan slipped past my lips when his hands cupped my breasts, tweaking the pebbled nipples. “It’s hard for me to walk around you withoutbendingyou over the nearest surface and drive myself inside you whenever I lay my eyes on you.”

My fingers threaded through his hair when he looked at me with pure hunger in his eyes, his hand trailing over my throat, making me gasp when he whispered, “You are that fucking distracting, Bella.” His hard-on poked over my thigh when he used his knee to spread my legs, pushing me into the island and grinding himself on my core.

My back arched and tightening my fingers over the back of his neck, I pulled him down on top of me and kissed him. I wrapped my legs around his torso, removing his t-shirt and kissing him on the crook of his neck, his stubble scratching against my skin, turning me on. His musky woodsy scent intoxicated me when my nails raked across his back. I licked the hickey I had made on his neck, my lips trailing down. Lower.

“Kiara,” Ethan groaned, yanking my hair back to stop me and devour me with his hungry mouth. He swallowed my moans when he ground against my heated sex, my panties dampening at the heat of his muscular body pressing against me.

We both pulled away when the ringtone of my phone blared in the kitchen.

“Sorry, I have to take that.” I pulled down my tank top and tugged my cat pajamas to my waist which Ethan had successfully lowered to my knees.

I swear this man has sex magic when he is horny and wants clothes to disappear.

After the call with my agent, I told Ethan about the change in my plans and ignored his frown when he pulled himself away, “Not even a quickie?”

I gave him a look. “Ethan, we don’t have ‘quickies’. We have scenes which end up with me being sleepy or straight up blacking out.” He scowled, crossing his arms as if it was his fault, which it was. “I meant that in a good way . . . or that sounded much better in my head.”

Tipping on my toes, I pecked his lips, “We need to talk tonight.”

He followed me to the room. “About what?”

I stuttered. “I-it’s a surprise.”

He narrowed his eyes at me, stripping out of his clothes. “Fine, I will bring a small surprise for you too. But don’t eat cake for dinner like last night. Wait up for me or no more cakes for you.”

I would have laughed at a grown naked man telling me all that while we were showering together, but I grinned at him. “You are such a dad.”

* * *

The apartment was way too small for me, so I thanked the sweet old landlord before going to the nearest drugstore and buying three pregnancy tests. I wanted to be sure before I could let Ethan know.

Back at home, I was pacing in my room and wondering if I should wait for him or do it before and then surprise him.Fuck it. As I closed the bathroom door behind me, I heard Ethan enter.

Oh, great.

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