Read Online Secrets and Sins: Raphael: A Secrets and Sins novel (Entangled Ignite) by Naima Simone - Free Book Online

hair, the silken softness of her skin, the not-quite-a-handful perfection of her breasts, and the wet, shrink-wrap fit of her sex. Goddamn, she’d been tight as a fist. Sweat prickled on his palms just thinking about it. Getting into her that first time had been slow going. And hot as hell.
    She’d been engaged, and he wasn’t the village idiot, so sex with her fiancé was pretty much a given. But either dearly departed Gavin had possessed a dick the size of a cocktail wiener or he and Greer hadn’t been tearing up the sheets on a regular basis. Probably both. Guys like the son of a bitch who’d been her fiancé usually wrapped themselves in arrogance and self-entitlement to compensate for lack of other things—confidence, personality, class, penis.
    Still didn’t mean he was the father of her baby. They’d had sex once—well, technically three times—but she’d been lovers with Gavin for years. He would have to be the world’s biggest hypocrite to point fingers at her or call her a whore for being confused about the dates and which man could’ve fathered her child. But the odds… He didn’t sit in judgment over her, but he damn sure wasn’t going through this You-My-Baby-Daddy circus again either. Nope, sorry. Been there, done that. Bought—and burned—the T-shirt.
    “Sit,” he muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Please,” he added, envisioning his mother, Sharon Marcel, smacking him on the back of the head over his lack of manners.
    “Thank you,” she murmured, and lowered to the visitor chair in front of his desk. She didn’t say anything, just stared at the top of his desk as if it were a crystal ball. Hell, if it were, he would be perched over, trying to figure out when his life had taken a turn from Pretty Normal, USA, to Baby Daddy-ville. “I’m sorry about showing up unannounced. I didn’t think this was something I could tell you over the phone. I know it’s…surprising.”
    “The Cubs winning the World Series is surprising. Elvis buying coffee at the local 7-Eleven is surprising. You being pregnant is somewhere between a Beatles reunion tour and Mariah Carey winning an Academy Award for Glitter .” He leaned forward and propped his forearms on the desk. “I used protection, Greer.”
    Her full, bare lips thinned into a straight line. She isn’t wearing lipstick or gloss. Why that thought hit him so hard, he couldn’t explain, but it struck him as odd. And out of place.
    “Nothing is foolproof. Accidents happen.”
    “I’m not trying to offend you, but you and Gavin…” He couldn’t bring himself to complete the question. Not because he was squeamish or even particularly sensitive. But putting her, Gavin, and sex in the same sentence… It incited an inexplicable urge to punch a hole in the wall. “Since you were with him for a while, it seems more likely he would be the father than me.”
    Before he finished speaking, she was shaking her head. “No, not possible. We hadn’t…been together for six months before you and I—” She faltered, a faint blush rising to stain her elegant cheekbones.
    He remained silent, waiting—eager—to hear how she would describe their night together. Fucking? Screwing? Making love? The die-hard bachelor in him shied away from the last phrase like a skittish horse.
    “Anyway, it’s why I wasn’t on birth control,” she continued, abandoning the line of thought. Disappointment arrowed through him. “I’d stopped taking it after we decided to be celibate in the months before our marriage, and since we planned on starting a family right away.”
    Well, she got the “family right away” part, didn’t— Whoa. Wait. What? “Hold on a second. Are you trying to tell me you two had an agreement to be celibate? He actually said yes to no sex with you?”
    The tint in her face deepened, but her chin rose a notch, her green eyes containing a hard challenge. “Yes.”
    He stared at her, dumbfounded. The bark of laughter escaped him