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Just as I feel myself about to come, he stops, still inside me. My body shakes, and I push myself back onto him, gripping the table with everything I have. “Carter, please,” I pant. He moves agonizingly slow. “Please,” I begged again. Carter kisses my shoulder before grunting. “God, Leandra.” He pulls out and slams back into me. The table is rattling. Carter moves my leg up further to go deeper as he pounds into me.

I cry out as I throw my head back, my orgasm completely consuming me. “Fuck, don’t stop,” I moan. Carter slaps my ass again, which only adds to my pleasure. It burns but in a good way, in a really good way. My knuckles turn white as I hold on for dear life. My body shakes uncontrollably as this orgasm is intense. Just as I finish coming, I hear Carter begin to grunt heavily. His grip on me tightens, especially around my throat, and his thrusts are strong and hard.

“Fuck, you’re such a good girl,” he curses, and I love it when he gets vocal during sex. He pulls out, ripping off the condom, and lets his cum squirt all over my ass.

Carter wipes his cum off my ass, kissing the back of my neck. “You okay?” He asks quietly, and I nod. “Just trying to catch my breath,” I breathe out.

Carter turns me around and places his shirt over my head before slipping on his boxers. He then cups my face and smiles before kissing my lips tenderly. “I didn’t know you could be so dirty,” I admit, and Carter smirks at me.

“I didn’t know you could be so sexy,” he replies gruffly.

I wake up trying to catch my breath, as I have another wet dream. I lost count of how many it's been now. As my pregnancy progresses, the hornier I get, and let's just say my dildo isn’t cutting it for me, especially when I’m carving the real thing but not just any dick will do. I need Carter’s cock. I place my palm against my baby bump rubbing small circles, feeling my little pup move.

I’m five months along, and I just started to show a little more where I can actually start to see the bump with certain clothes I wear. I have my five-month check-up, and my parents flew in to be with me for the last four months of my pregnancy. My mother will join me on today's visit, and I cannot wait to see my baby. I get off the bed, making my way toward the en suite to shower and prepare for the day ahead of me.

My appointment was soon, and I was feeling way too emotional from all these hormones, and being sex deprived wasn’t helping the situation. Damn, these pregnancy hormones! This would be the first time someone is coming with me to one of my visits. My parents and sisters joined each time via Facetime, but it wasn’t the same as having my mom here with me. Ashton joined me on my last visit along with my parents and honestly, seeing him again took me back to memories of Carter and the pack.

We arrive at the clinic and make our way inside. I check in at the front desk, and the medical assistant tells me a nurse would be out shortly to take me back. I sit beside my mom, grabbing one of the baby books from the coffee table. I only get to turn the page about five times before a nurse in pink scrubs comes out with a clipboard. “Leandra Russo?”

My mother and I stand and follow the nurse. She confirms my name and DOB and makes small talk as we head to the first room on the left. She has me step on a scale, takes my blood pressure, and places a pulse oximeter on my finger. She asks me general questions, and I answer them all, letting her know that my morning sickness has improved. She then leads us to the exam room.

“Dr. Ferrari will be in shortly.” The nurse leaves, and the door clicks behind her. I sit at the exam table as my mom sits next to me. I reach my hand out so that she can hold it. I need to feel her close. It’s been hard not having anyone here with me these last few months, which is why I’m thankful my parents are here, especially since this pregnancy takes a toll on my body daily.

There's a soft knock on the door, and my mom puts my dad on mute. It's adorable seeing them both excited about their first grandchild. My father face-timed my mother the second she told him I was inside the exam room.

“Come on in,” I say before I see Dr. Ferrari pop his head in and then proceed to open the door fully. He has jet-black hair with some gray streaks and dark skin. His nose is long and straight, and his lips are full. His clean-cut beard and hazel eyes add to his overall handsomeness.

He's good-looking.

Dr. Ferrari examines me and asks me questions about my symptoms. He was sympathetic to my symptoms and gave me a few ideas to keep the morning sickness at bay when it gets too hard for me to keep anything down.

“Let’s take a look and see how things are progressing,” Dr. Ferrari said.

“Go ahead and lie down and pull up your shirt for me.” I lay down and pull my shirt up as he pulls my leggings a little down so that my baby bump is exposed. He stands in front of the ultrasound machine, taking the handle with one hand and the gel with the other.

“This will be a little warm, okay?”

I nod as he squeezes some gel along my bump and uses the transducer to spread the gel, moving the transducer along my stomach. The screen lights up with my baby’s outline, and my mother gasps.

“So Leandra, if you see right here, you can see that the baby is progressing just fine and measuring just about right.” He keeps talking and taking more measurements and pictures for my mother and me since she has asked him for copies.

I laugh.

Dr. Ferrari turned on the speakers, and for the first time, my mother listened to the heartbeat in person, seeing the outline of my baby's head and body and the flicker moving on the screen. I stare in awe, never tired of seeing my pup on the screen. “Would you like to know the sex of the baby, Leandra?”

“No,” I shake my head. “I would like to be surprised at the time of birth,” I say, smiling at him. He smiles back and continues to talk. “That's the baby’s head which happens to be measuring just right for five months. And here you can see the baby’s hand and tiny little fingers.” He moves the transducer slightly lower, pointing out the outline of the baby’s legs and tiny toes. “Lastly, as you can see and hear, we have a very strong heartbeat. Congratulations, Leandra, your baby is perfectly healthy.”

Dr. Ferrari cleaned the gel off me and helped me up. “Okay, I recorded the baby’s heartbeat along with a video of today’s ultrasound, and here are the pictures for Mom.” He says, handing my mother the pictures and the video recording.

“Thank you,” I said.

Walking out of the doctor's office after seeing my baby and listening to their heartbeat, I can’t eliminate the guilt that consumes me. My pup deserves to know his daddy and Carter deserves to know about his existence. Sitting in my office debating on what I should do next, I feel my baby kick and that’s the sign I was looking for. My pup has answered the question I've been pondering since I left the doctor’s office. Carter needs to know. The ball will be in his court after that. I call him from my new number, hoping he would answer.

The phone rings and rings but no one answers. I try again and by the fourth ring, Carter answers the phone. “Hello, Carter. It’s me, Leandra.” I say, trying to calm my nervousness, but all I hear is breathing and rustling in the background. I check my phone to make sure the call is still connected when, all of a sudden, it gets disconnected. My hand hovers over the call button again as I wait a couple of minutes to try again when a Facetime call from Carter suddenly appears on my screen. I hesitate to answer, feeling my heart rate going a hundred miles per hour. My pup kicks bring me back to reality and I slide my thumb across, answering his call. Taking a deep breath and closing my eyes, I wait for his voice to take over, but what happens next destroys my heart even more.

My eyes snap open once I realize the moaning is coming from the Facetime call. “Oh, Carter. Yes, baby, just like that.” The voice belongs to his secretary Candace. The image in front of me fills my eyes with tears as I witness her riding him in his office. The same fuckin' office we had sex in. The same chair I rode him in. His shirt is unbuttoned, showcasing his chest, and she's full-on naked as she bounces up and down. The bitch is making sure her breast are all over his face. Carter doesn’t say anything. How could he when his face is buried deep between her fuckin' chest? “Fuck you, Carter,” I spit out, but before I can end the fuckin' call, she turns around, giving me a devilish smirk before moaning out his name one last time. I end the call and throw my phone against the wall.

My heart has been shattered beyond repair, and any guilt I had is no longer there. Carter has killed the last piece I had alive.

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