“I want it. Xxx Still making her wait. Two missed periods. “Just remember you are cooking.” She said softly. She didn’t hesitate. “Ms. It was right there, curling tight in her belly, building, trembling. “You are dangerous, Emily.”
She smirked. The confident, charismatic man she had spent those two months with had softened somehow, his expression filled with something more than just desire. The passion, connection, and now, the undeniable reality of their child growing inside her. She wanted him. With a sigh, she sank onto her back, the heat of the sun licking over her as she stretched out, her limbs loose and heavy with satisfaction. Every night, without fail. “No.” A beat. Her body arched beneath him, instinctively seeking more, needing more. The sun was merciless, beating down on her exposed shoulders, the heat a sharp contrast to the cool ocean-hugging her limbs.
