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above her in a blink, cupped hand guiding her head to a pillow.
    “Well,” he said, and kissed her softly, “I hope you feel like getting fucked for six hours, because I can’t remember the last time I was this distracted.”
    She laughed. “Maybe five and a half.”
    Flynn slapped the laptop shut and moved it aside, and they shed their clothes between deepening kisses.
    Laurel searched for signs that it was different this time. It didn’t feel heavy or angsty. It didn’t feel monumental, but it didn’t feel like usual, either. There was something delicate—no, not delicate. Vulnerable. There was something vulnerable in the way they touched and the way he watched as she slicked herself with lube. Something even akin to fascination, his eyes narrowed as though he were seeing her in some new and remarkable light.
    Or maybe that was just hormones.
    “Ready?” he asked.
    She nodded.
    He sank deep, slowly. No cramps met the intrusion and she stroked his neck and his hair, sighed her pleasure. He dropped low, resting his forehead against hers and merely holding there for a time, that wild body tame and patient. She let her hands wander his chest and ribs to settle on his hips, and she tugged.
    He gave her his cock in smooth, steady strokes, silent at first, until a soft shudder of a moan filled the air between them. She shivered, melting, pussy welcoming him deep.
    As he found a pace she studied his face, the tendons in his neck, the shapes of his chest and arms, a rush of startling clarity making it feel as though they were standing in the broad light of day. This is a man who would absolutely defend and protect my child. The truth of that thought struck her in a deep, visceral place, vibrating on a wholly animal wavelength.
    She changed beneath him, hands gripping him tight, thighs hugging his hips, urging him to go faster, deeper, to make it rougher. Not so much as a twinge this time.
    “Feel okay?” he whispered.
    “I need you.”
    “You get me.”
    “Harder.”
    “How hard?”
    “Ninety percent.” They spoke of his capacity for harshness in percentages sometimes, a hundred equaling the way he got when they role-played. Tonight she wanted his strength and aggression, but no playacting. Brash possession, and a chance to wallow in it as his lover, not his victim.
    He pressed hard into her, forcing her legs wide and making her feel the obscene weight of his body. Something lit up inside her, feeling his power. She hadn’t had a chance to wonder how the pregnancy might change his attraction to her, if he’d still be comfortable being this way, being rough. She’d hate to feel as though she couldn’t be what he needed, couldn’t grant his darkest wishes. It deepened that ravenous sensation inside her, curled her fingers into claws against his skin and had her breath coming in gruff gasps.
    She raked her nails up and down his back. “You feel so good.”
    “You like me deep?”
    “Yeah.”
    “Need it faster? Slower?”
    “Faster.”
    He gave her that, their bodies meeting with sharp smacks. “Touch yourself.”
    “Not yet. I want to go crazy first.” A couple times she’d come from nothing more than the fucking, but nearly always she needed her clit touched. Until then, the thrust of his cock was an exquisite tease and she lost herself in the friction, the slide and thrust, the impact of his hips. More even than the physical stimulation, his voice was setting her on fire. His exhalations were rhythmic grunts, soon lengthening to moans.
    “Fuck me,” she whispered, mouth right at his ear.
    “Take my cock, girl.”
    Girl. Not honey, now. He was slipping deeper into his kink, and she welcomed the shift.
    “Get on top,” he ordered.
    He moved to sit and she straddled him, feeling his guiding fist as her sex sought his cock then claimed it, deep.
    “Yeah. Ride me.”
    She sat up and leaned back, adjusting until she had the right angle. She took him smooth and slow, feeling magnetic with those blue