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It’s all selfish. I want him to forget his life in Colorado and his job and all those obligations that he holds dear.
I want him to love me so much that nothing else matters.
None of that is fair. I asked him to be my sperm donor. I was crystal clear about where his obligations ended. They ended in August, when I got pregnant. And I’m a terrible human for pining for him.
Matteo, oblivious to my worries, unbuttons my shirt. His groan is full of awe when he gets a look at my bra. That’s because I’m practically spilling out of it. He lowers his lips to the swell of my breast and kisses his way across my chest.
Pregnancy has made my breasts heavy and so sensitive. I slip a hand behind my back and pop the clasp of my bra.
“Mamma mia,” he says, and I have to laugh.
“I know. The books all say that pregnancy makes your boobs huge, but I don’t think I believed them.”
His smile is both hot and sweet as he lowers his mouth to my nipple.
“They also say that pregnancy makes you horny,” I say.
“Are they right about that?”
“Unfortunately.”
He laughs as he switches sides, treating my other breast to the same wonders.
He started it, I remind myself as my body floods with pleasure.His idea. I didn’t jump him.
But I wanted to. And not just because of pregnancy hormones, either.
I’m gone for him, and he can never know.
CHAPTER38
MATTEO
We end up in bed.
Naked. Very naked.
“It’s okay,” she whispers when I hover above her, hesitating.
All my nerves are screaming for her. I want to join us together again. Make more magic.
But I shake my head and slide my hand between her legs instead. Sucking on her tongue, I coax her to climax until she’s moaning and shuddering.
Then I curl her hand around my cock and follow her over the edge.
We end up spooned together, panting as we come down, and she gives me a curious glance. “Didn’t want to risk it,” I whisper. “Don’t care what the books say.”
Leila strokes my hair. When she eventually gets up, I watch her track across the room.
God, the view. I can’t believe I have to go back to Colorado tomorrow. I just want to stay here in Leila’s bed.
She returns a few minutes later, showered and carrying two mugs of hot cider. I take the mug, and we lounge against the headboard, keeping quiet company together.
“You staying the night?” she asks.
“You know I want to. But I’m supposed to hang out with my niece and nephew.”
Her eyes dip. “That’s my poor planning. It’s been a week of waiting for those test results and trying to stay sane.”
