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“Darlin’, my leg’s killin’ me. I’ll let Polly go home early. You have fun.” He smiled at Mary Ellen. “Glad you made it in ok. See you tomorrow.”

“Are you sure?” I asked.

He leaned down to whisper in my ear. “I made a promise earlier. I plan to keep it.”

I blushed. My body sizzled.

I wanted to leave now and go back to bed with him. I wanted to tell him about the test I took in the drugstore on the way to the airport. But how was that going to go. How could I tell him while Mary Ellen was here?

“Ok. I’ll be home soon,” I promised.

“Good night, Cole,” Mary Ellen waved. She was enjoying the margaritas.

I settled in for girl talk. We still had to analyze the Jesse break up. As I watched him walk out, I knew I couldn’t stay long.

There was a light on over the stove and the bathroom door was cracked, illuminating the hallway. I poured myself a glass of water and chugged it. I had been thirsty for weeks. Another sign that I hadn’t paid attention to. Until this morning.

I brushed my teeth in the bathroom, turned off the light, then checked on Grayson. He had dropped his bear. I picked it up and tucked it under his arm. My heart pounded in my chest. My hand flattened to my stomach. We were connected now in an undeniable way. He was our baby’s big brother. I leaned to kiss him on the forehead.

I walked to the bedroom.

Silver light filtered in from the windows. I could see Cole. He was breathing slowly under the covers. His bad leg was propped on a stack of pillows on the outside edge of the bed. We had to switch sides after the accident so I didn’t keep bumping into it while I was sleeping. I wondered how long he had been asleep, and if he had tried to wait up for me.

I tugged on the heels of my boots and dropped them on the floor. I looked to see if the noise awakened Cole. He didn’t move.

I stood to peel the jeans off my hips. I kicked them off. I tossed my tank top on the floor somewhere with the rest of the clothes. I watched as he slept. He had no idea I was here, almost naked, and dying to touch him.

I crawled across the bed and hovered over him. I planted a kiss on his neck before moving to his ear, where my teeth started to bite and pull. I nudged my cheek against his and ran my hands over his chest, enjoying the rigid planes of his abs. As my hand descended below his waist, I heard him groan. Finally. He was awake.

“Baby, I missed you,” he growled.

“Darlin’, are you drunk?”

“No.” I shook my head. I was completely sober and horny.

I reached behind my back and unclasped my bra. The straps slid over my arms and I pushed it to the side. I rubbed my breasts along the side of his chest. God, it felt good.

“That’s too bad,” he teased. “You without inhibition is…”

“Is what?” I asked.

“Dirty,” he growled.

My pussy clenched. Just his words turned me on. “I can be dirty.”

He raked over my breasts. “Then you need to show me what you want.”

I looked at him, wedged in bed with pillows for his leg. He was at a disadvantage.

I moaned. This was going to be impossible.

He pressed a finger to my lips. “I promised you’d come. I don’t break promises.”

“It’s too much,” I whispered. “Your leg. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“The way I’m going to make you come has nothing to do with my leg,” he growled, gripping between my legs.

I hissed as his fingers slid along my clit.