Page 3 of Nothing to Beat

“This isn’t that.”

“Then what is it?”

Thank God he’d asked.“I’m ovulating.”

The motion of their kiss halted.He didn’t pull away, didn’t take his mouth back, he just breathed.Good, yes, Stat, process.He needed a minute, as expected.She’d wait.

Silence couldn’t last forever.

Eventually he met her eye, taking nothing but his mouth from her.“You’re ovulating.”

She nodded.“According to my app.Isn’t technology convenient?”

“And we’re doing this because you want…”

“To have a baby.”He’d know better than to expect anything less than direct from her.Raising her head, she kissed him again.“I need you.”

He resisted her next shot at a kiss.“You don’t need me, you need my…” On an exhale, his quick mind brought him up to speed.“You want to have a baby.”

“It’s my decision.Yes.I want to have a child.Your child, ideally.This isn’t about money, I don’t need a cent of the Breckenridge fortune.It’s just… time for me.”

“How long have you been thinking about this?”

“A while.”

“Uh huh.We work in the same building.”Talking it out wasn’t exactly part of the plan.Not the perfect plan anyway.Still, knowing him, she’d anticipated this.“I have never ignored your calls.”

“I didn’t want to talk about it.I made this decision on my own; I want to be a mother.”

“You going to marry me?”

“No,” she said, wriggling her hand free to press a straight forefinger to his lips.“This is why I don’t want to talk about it.”Lifting her head to kiss him again, she left her finger there.“You like this part…” Another kiss.On the next, she slid her finger away to open her lips, letting her tongue just touch his before retreating.“We’re good at this part.This part feels so good.”

Pressing her feet to the mattress, she elevated her hips and his immediately pushed back, pinning her beneath him.

“Sequoia,” he groaned, his head dropping.

She moistened her lips by his ear.“Would you rather I carry another man’s child?”That got his attention.The ferocity in his eyes when they leaped to hers tumbled carnal energy in her belly.“If it’s not your baby, it will have to be someone else’s.”

It hadn’t occurred to her that any other man would be up to the job, or that Breck would want them to be.

Proving that point, he kissed her hard and hooked her knee into the crook of his elbow, slamming himself into her.

Her body arched, braced in a position that forced her to adjust to his mass.The satisfied smile that curved her lips gave her enough time to breathe and find her anchor again.

“Breck,” she whispered.

“You will never carry another man’s child,” he growled, pulling out only to drive in deep again.“Sequoia Drury, you swear it to me right now.”

“Mmm…” The whimper of her need became a whine.“I swear it.”

He snatched her chin.“Swear what?”

Oh, this delectable man never failed to fulfill her every need.

“I swear I will never carry another man’s child.”

“Anything you need, you come to me.”