her knowing. I know she won’t tell Xavier, but will she act differently around me knowing that I am pregnant? Will she tell Stewart? Ugh! This is too much to think about right now.
As if he could sense my stress, Xavier suddenly knocked lightly on the bathroom door. “Ella? Are you in there?”
“Yes. I’ll be out in just a minute.” I quickly flushed the toilet before dashing to the sink to wash my hands.
“Is everything all right?” He sounded concerned.
I quickly opened the door, giving him a quick kiss on the lips. “Everything is just fine. Did you get everything squared away at the hotel?”
“Yes.” He studied me carefully. “Are you sure you’re all right? You look pale? Are you feeling sick?” He ran his hand across my forehead.
“I really wish you would stop worrying so much.” I admonished him, pushing his hand away. “I’m fine. I feel … terrific.” I smiled widely.
He narrowed his eyes at me. “I’ll never stop worrying about you. What’s with that smile?” he asked suspiciously.
“You need to stop. You’re going to end up having a heart attack before you’re forty, and I need you to be around for a very long time. And since when can’t I smile?” I asked innocently.
“No, of course you can smile. As a matter of fact, I adore your smile. There’s just something different about you today,” he said suspiciously. He started walking towards me.
“There’s nothing different,” I insisted. I backed away from him smiling like an idiot.
“I think you have a secret, Ms. Martin.” He raised an eyebrow at me as he continued to stalk me in the bedroom.
I bit my lip in an attempt to hide the surprise that registered on my face. How did he know something was different? It never ceased to amaze me how well we knew each other. How attune to each other we were. “I’m crazy for you,” I said.
“That’s no secret, Ella.” He gave me his adorable half smile. My heart skipped a beat. “I might have to torture it out of you,” he said, as he lunged for me.
I squealed and turned to run, but my efforts were futile. He easily caught me around the waist and tossed me on the bed. He walked over to the bedroom door and kicked it shut. Then he slowly turned to face me. Leaning against the closed door, he bent down and untied his shoes, casually kicking them off to the side.
He reached for the hem of his t-shirt and slowly pealed it off. His blue eyes sparkled as he gave me a sexy smirk. It would seem I was getting my very own strip show, and I couldn’t have been happier.
As he continued to saunter towards the bed, I sat up so I could better watch him. Slowly, he unbuttoned his jeans and then pulled the zipper down while his eyes never left mine. My breathing increased to embarrassingly loud levels as the heat rose inside me.
I pulled off my t-shirt. Raising his eyebrows, he peeled off his jeans. My eyes raked up and down his beautiful body while he smiled widely at my reaction. He knew exactly what the sight of him did to me. Sexy bastard.
“I have ways of making you talk,” he said seductively.
“Mmm, I think I like your method of torture, Mr. Hart. You can kill me with that beautiful body of yours any time.”
“Death by orgasm.” He paused for a moment. “I like it,” he said, giving me a wicked smile.
Like a lethal lion stalking its prey, he crawled up the end of the bed pushing me down so I was lying beneath him. The scorching look he gave me set me on fire. I was panting and withering with need.
“No torturing today,” he whispered. He leaned down and gave me a long, passionate kiss. “Only making.”
“You are so hot!” I blurted.
He smiled for a moment before his face turned serious.
“What is it?” I asked. “What’s the matter?”
“Let’s make a baby. Right now. I have a good feeling about it,” he whispered.
I wanted so much to tell him that we already did. I almost did, but I didn’t want to ruin what I had planned. He mistook my
As if he could sense my stress, Xavier suddenly knocked lightly on the bathroom door. “Ella? Are you in there?”
“Yes. I’ll be out in just a minute.” I quickly flushed the toilet before dashing to the sink to wash my hands.
“Is everything all right?” He sounded concerned.
I quickly opened the door, giving him a quick kiss on the lips. “Everything is just fine. Did you get everything squared away at the hotel?”
“Yes.” He studied me carefully. “Are you sure you’re all right? You look pale? Are you feeling sick?” He ran his hand across my forehead.
“I really wish you would stop worrying so much.” I admonished him, pushing his hand away. “I’m fine. I feel … terrific.” I smiled widely.
He narrowed his eyes at me. “I’ll never stop worrying about you. What’s with that smile?” he asked suspiciously.
“You need to stop. You’re going to end up having a heart attack before you’re forty, and I need you to be around for a very long time. And since when can’t I smile?” I asked innocently.
“No, of course you can smile. As a matter of fact, I adore your smile. There’s just something different about you today,” he said suspiciously. He started walking towards me.
“There’s nothing different,” I insisted. I backed away from him smiling like an idiot.
“I think you have a secret, Ms. Martin.” He raised an eyebrow at me as he continued to stalk me in the bedroom.
I bit my lip in an attempt to hide the surprise that registered on my face. How did he know something was different? It never ceased to amaze me how well we knew each other. How attune to each other we were. “I’m crazy for you,” I said.
“That’s no secret, Ella.” He gave me his adorable half smile. My heart skipped a beat. “I might have to torture it out of you,” he said, as he lunged for me.
I squealed and turned to run, but my efforts were futile. He easily caught me around the waist and tossed me on the bed. He walked over to the bedroom door and kicked it shut. Then he slowly turned to face me. Leaning against the closed door, he bent down and untied his shoes, casually kicking them off to the side.
He reached for the hem of his t-shirt and slowly pealed it off. His blue eyes sparkled as he gave me a sexy smirk. It would seem I was getting my very own strip show, and I couldn’t have been happier.
As he continued to saunter towards the bed, I sat up so I could better watch him. Slowly, he unbuttoned his jeans and then pulled the zipper down while his eyes never left mine. My breathing increased to embarrassingly loud levels as the heat rose inside me.
I pulled off my t-shirt. Raising his eyebrows, he peeled off his jeans. My eyes raked up and down his beautiful body while he smiled widely at my reaction. He knew exactly what the sight of him did to me. Sexy bastard.
“I have ways of making you talk,” he said seductively.
“Mmm, I think I like your method of torture, Mr. Hart. You can kill me with that beautiful body of yours any time.”
“Death by orgasm.” He paused for a moment. “I like it,” he said, giving me a wicked smile.
Like a lethal lion stalking its prey, he crawled up the end of the bed pushing me down so I was lying beneath him. The scorching look he gave me set me on fire. I was panting and withering with need.
“No torturing today,” he whispered. He leaned down and gave me a long, passionate kiss. “Only making.”
“You are so hot!” I blurted.
He smiled for a moment before his face turned serious.
“What is it?” I asked. “What’s the matter?”
“Let’s make a baby. Right now. I have a good feeling about it,” he whispered.
I wanted so much to tell him that we already did. I almost did, but I didn’t want to ruin what I had planned. He mistook my
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