Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 61286 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 245(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61286 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 245(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
She rolled her eyes and laughed before turning more serious. “Can we agree that we won’t tell our families what we’re doing until I’m actually pregnant? The last thing I want to do is explain the situation to them beforehand and answer a barrage of questions, or have them ask how things are going every time I see them. Once I’m pregnant, it’s a done deal and no discussion will be needed other than telling them that we’ll be co-parenting.”
“That sounds fine to me,” he said, which saved him from having those awkward conversations, too.
“Thank you so much for doing this for me,” she said with an enthusiastic, smile.
She leaned closer and wrapped her arms around his neck, giving him a hug he knew was meant to express how happy she was. Instinctively, he returned the embrace, sliding his arms around her waist, but all he could think about was how her lush curves were now pressed against his body. His dick thickened as he inhaled the sweet, floral scent clinging to her skin, and he gritted his teeth against the flood of arousal that immediately coursed through his veins.
“I appreciate your help more than I can say,” she whispered into his ear.
He held back a groan. She appreciated his help? The last thing he wanted was her goddamn gratitude for essentially being her stud. Before he could stop himself or truly think through his actions, he released a low growl of frustration, gripped her hips, and pulled her onto his lap so that she was straddling his thighs, her knees braced against his hips to keep her legs spread open.
She gasped in shock and jerked her head back, her eyes reflecting a myriad of confusion—and instantaneous desire—as he skimmed his palm up her bare thigh. “Tripp . . . you agreed,” she said breathlessly, her skin already flushed. “No sex unless we’re making a baby.”
He was dying to touch her, and not out of fucking friendship. “I agreed to no intercourse unless we’re making a baby,” he corrected her, as his hand slowly dipped beneath the hem of her dress and traveled higher.
He was determined to make her lower those physical walls with him, which would hopefully lead to a more emotional connection. If she pulled back again, he’d let her go … and try again another time. One way or another, he’d make this stubborn woman his and vanquish her demons in the process.
“So, technically, I’m not breaking any of your rules by touching you with my fingers,” he continued. “I can at least make you feel good. Will you let me?”
Knowing he wasn’t playing fair, and not really caring at this point, he followed up that question with a firm, dragging caress of his thumb along the front panel of her silky panties, which were already damp.
She moaned softly and pressed her forehead to his, already falling under his seductive spell. “It’s not a good idea,” she said, though her tone lacked any real conviction.
It wasn’t a no, rather she was waffling and that was enough for him to keep going.
“Actually, it’s a great idea and let me tell you why,” he said, deciding to take a playful approach as he slipped his thumb beneath the elastic band of her panties and rubbed that finger against her clit, making Skye squirm on his lap and her pussy get wetter with each deliberate stroke.
“Orgasms reduce tension and stress, which are the last things you need when you’re trying to ovulate and conceive. A satisfying orgasm helps you relax so you can get a good night’s sleep, which is important for you and your body. Not to mention, they can help strengthen your pelvic floor muscles for pregnancy, and besides, orgasms feel damn good. So why not indulge and enjoy?”
She released a soft, little laugh tinged with amusement, her face still so close that her breath mingled with his. “So, is this your professional opinion on the matter, Dr. Daniels?”
“Umm, it is,” he murmured huskily. “Are you convinced?”
“I shouldn’t be . . .” She shuddered when he pressed down on her clit, her hips thrusting into his touch while her eyes darkened with undeniable need. “But if it’s what the doctor ordered . . .”
“Yeah, it is,” he replied, and before she had a chance to change her mind, he stretched them out on the couch so that she was half beneath him, with one of his thighs notched between her legs to keep her thighs apart.
Her breath caught at the unexpected move, and he lowered his head and kissed her before she could say a word. She put up zero resistance as her soft lips melded against his, opening in invitation, and he took what she was offering without hesitation. She reached up, her fingers tangling in his hair as his tongue slid against hers, exploring that sweet-tasting mouth deeply, hungrily.