Page 109 of The Proposal

“Yes and no,” I answer.

“It’s a lot to take in.”

“It is,” I reply as that knot of worry tightens in my stomach and a sense of dread creeps back to the surface. It feels like something bad is coming, and there’s nothing I can do to stop the inevitable.

I clench my eyes closed as Arabella’s fingers skate down my abs until her delicate fingers wrap around the base of myflaccid cock. Despite my inner turmoil, it starts to swell the moment she strokes it.

She pushes up onto one elbow and leans in to place her mouth on mine. “I need you, Dante,” she whispers against my lips, and although I still have concerns after my conversation with Alex and Chloe, I need her too.

I slide my hand around her waist, dragging her body on top of mine. “Straddle me,” I order, deepening the kiss.

If we do this and she’s okay by the end, maybe I will stop freaking out so much.

I’ve never really worried about myself. I accepted my fate a long time ago, but now I have these two to take care of, which is an entirely different ballgame.

“Dante,” Arabella whimpers as she starts grinding back and forth over my growing cock. She’s slick for me already.

“Lift up,” I instruct as I reach between us, grasping my dick and lining it up so I cancarefullysink into her heaven. “Fuck,” I grate out as the crown of my dick disappears inside her tight pussy.

Her stance widens as her knees continue to move outwards, causing her to sink down further. Like always, she feels incredible. I grasp hold of her hips before she can take all of me inside her.

“Don’t go down too far.”

“Why?” she asks, frowning.

“I don’t want to harm the baby.”

A smile curves at the corners of her lips. “Aww, that’s sweet, but you won’t. I’m only a few weeks along, so the foetus is currently the size of a grain of sand.”

My eyebrows jump in surprise. “A grain of sand?”

“Yes.”

Fuck that’s tiny. “How do you know that?”

“I Googled it.”

“When?”

“Last night when I was in the bathroom.”

“What else did you find out?”

“Plenty.”

“Like?”

“That sex during pregnancy is safe, even when I’m further along. The amniotic sac and uterine muscles protect the developing baby.”

“Hmm,” I hum.

Fucking, Alexander.

He’s a dead set arsehole for feeding me that stupid advice. I bet he got a great laugh out of it. My concerns were genuine, and he knowingly took advantage of my vulnerability. I’ll be sure to tell him that when I see him at breakfast.

With this new knowledge, I flip us over until I’m on top. I still plan on taking it somewhat easy on her, but at least in this position, I have more control.

I nuzzle my face into the crook of her neck, my voice warm and smooth as I say, “I need to fuck you, Arabella.”

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