Page 66 of Desperate Games

And yeah, my cock is hard.

Of course it is.

I’ve got this curvy, complicated, impossible woman wrapped in my arms, warm and trusting, with nothing but a thin shirt between us and a hundred unspoken things in the air.

But I ignore it. For now.

Because this moment?

It’s not about sex.

It’s about her.

It’s about the fact that I’m pretty fucking sure I’m already in love with Andrea Ramirez.

God help me.

But what she did—what she almost did—still sits heavy in my chest.

She was going to shut me out completely.

Use me.

Get what she wanted and disappear.

And maybe I could’ve accepted that if it was just sex.

But it’s not.

It’s never been just sex with her.

So yeah. That part? It hurts.

If I let it, it’d eat me alive.

But I don’t want to let it.

I want to fix this. I want to fight for her.

For them. For us.

My arm wraps around her body, and I flatten my palm against the soft swell of her stomach.

My babies. My twins.

They’re growing inside her right now, and I swear my heart just about squeezes me to death.

Hell, I’m still pissed, but also? I’ve never been happier.

So yes, I want to ruin her plans—I will ruin them—and I’m going to replace them with something she never expected.

Andy isn’t about to get to experience life as a single mom—she’s gonna have a life she never expected.

One she doesn’t even think is a possibility.

One she doesn’t think she deserves.

Andy’s going to have a long life with me. With Callie. With the twins. With everything.