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"You are a weird and disgusting man."

"That I am." He pulled the shirt over her head. "No bra."

"No bra."

He peeled off the panties. "You lied."

"About?"

"Peeing yourself."

"I was about to." She sighed as he dragged off his loose sweats to reveal that he was not wearing anything under it.

"Let me." She took off his sweater and ran her hands over his smooth chest. "Very impressive."

"I am very happy you are pleased." Lifting her up, he planted her squarely on his cock. A groan escaped him as she fitted him like a glove. "Are you okay?" he asked anxiously. She had been a little off this morning and he had insisted she stayed in bed until in the afternoon.

"I am fine. You are not getting out of servicing me."

He gave a crack of laughter, his delight in her soaring. "When have I ever neglected my sworn duty?"

"Last night when I told you that I was not feeling so hot."

"You were tired. Sue me for being a considerate husband."

"I just might." She rotated her hips and sent his blood pressure soaring.

"Sweetheart." He gripped her hips, his breathing coming fast. "Slow down. We have all day."

"We can start over."

"You are going to end up killing me."

"Not likely. Now shut up and serve me."

"With pleasure." Letting go of her hips, he cupped her breasts and lifted his head, he took a nipple into his mouth. Her back arched as she rocked her hips. Her fingers curled into his chest, body vibrating with passion.

"Jaylen—" she breathed. She felt as if she was on fire, the heat pouring through her entire body.

Reaching a hand between them, he teased her swollen flesh and sent her tumbling. The climax was vicious and had her crying out his name.

Gripping her small waist, he switched position so that she was on the edge of the sofa. Wrapping her legs around his waist, he drove into her, teeth bared, skin coated with moisture.

The climax almost broke him, tearing him in two as he poured himself into her, his body shuddering. Gathering her into his arms, he collapsed against the cushions, his heart hammering inside his chest.

Chapter 13

"I think I am being watched. Or followed."

"Think or know?" Corey handed her the cup of tea. She was going on three months into her pregnancy and aside from the nausea that plagued her every blessed morning, it was not too bad.

The winter had turned brutal, dumping snow over the city almost every day. Jaylen was again busy with his photo shoots, but at least he was sticking close to home.

He had had to take a run to New York a few days ago, but that had been just one night. They had not advertised her pregnancy yet. Only his father and Corey knew about it, and they were keeping it that way.

Their relationship was blossoming and instead of the public's interest waning, the reporters were still dogging them. Every time they made an appearance together, they were photographed. They were the 'hottest' couple around, and the cameras loved them.

"Maybe I am paranoid." She sipped the tea gratefully. She was at his condo and had taken the usual precautions so that she would not be followed by reporters. Jaylen had gone to the club with his dad. Their relationship seemed to be improving and she was happy for them.