Logan stirred beside her, rolling over and clamping her in his arms. He threw a muscular leg over her thighs, nuzzling his face against her neck.

“We’re having a boy,” she whispered.

Logan murmured incoherently and began kissing her throat. She felt him go rock-hard against her hip.

“Did you hear what I said?” She shoved at her lover’s shoulders. “I had a dream about the baby. I think it’s going to be a boy.”

“Good.” His trailed kisses along her jaw.

“Are you listening to me? Don’t you think that’s incredible?”

He eased his naked body over hers. “You’re incredible.”

“Logan, stop.” She tried to pull away, knowing the effort of playing hostess that lay in store for her today.

Without budging, he smiled shamelessly. “I told you to quit giving me challenges.”

She rolled her eyes. “Please?”

“Well, since you asked so nicely…” He dragged his open mouth on a meandering course down her body.

Her second push was half-hearted. “That’s not what I meant!”

“I think it is.” He swirled his tongue through her cleavage. “I’ll prove it to you.”

“Seriously, our guests will be here in three hours.” Panic began to creep over her.

“They can wait.”

“Logan!”

“I’ve made arrangements.”

“But I promised to make the turkey. And an apple pie.”

“Uh-huh.” He sipped the tender skin above her navel. “I’ve seen—and tasted—your idea of cooking. I have my personal chef on speed dial.”

“Hey.” Indignantly, she sat up to protest. Which caused his face to land right in her lap. “I’ve been improving.”

Grinning wickedly, he murmured, “Yes, you have.”

He wasn’t talking about her culinary skills. He parted her thighs to accommodate his big shoulders.

“You are terrible.” She giggled as his breath tickled her intimately.

“So sorry you have to put up with me.” He blew a cool stream of air against her hot core.

“I’m not getting out of this, am I?”

“Nope.” His eyes burned with sexual heat. “But you can try.”

That was a perpetually lost cause. Giving over to him, she eased down to the pillows. She inhaled sharply as his tongue met her folds. He tasted her with patient persistence. He took her to the edge once, twice. Her fists clenched in the bed sheets. Then he slowed his pace, drawing out her desperate need.

She sighed. “Mmm. So good.”

She’d never felt more in sync with a man. She flung her arms up over her head, rolling her hips toward his mouth as he flicked and swirled, drawing on her until every muscle in her body flexed, tightening, waiting…

“That’s it. Don’t stop,” she whimpered. Her core lit up white-hot. “Don’t stop.” She gripped the pillow.

Accelerating to peak, she came against his mouth.

“Yes!” she screamed, writhed in piercing ecstasy. He stayed there until her tremors became light shivers.

Then he climbed up her body. Their faces level, he eased into her swollen heat.

He threaded his fingers through hers above her head. He rocked with her, their undulating movements bringing them close, more intimate than she’d thought possible. She wrapped her legs around his waist. He thrust deeper, riding them toward release. She bit her lip, spasmed around him. She was shaking and weightless, floating away on tides of bliss. He shouted his release and shivered above her.

Relaxed and spent, she held him close. As close as she dared to let anyone.

Releasing her hands, he straightened his arms, his chest a glorious expanse above her. He shook his head as if to clear it. He got his breathing under control. Then he stared down at her, cinnamon eyes still smoldering. “Round two, in the shower.”

“No, Logan.” She resisted sternly. “I need time get everything ready.”

“Handle it later.” He arched a seductive eyebrow. “You’re taking care of me now. And I want to take you from behind. In the shower. Watching water pour down your gorgeous body.”

Well, when he put it like that…

*

“Can I come in?”

Allison looked up from her computer the Monday after Thanksgiving and saw Rick Dunn standing in the doorway of her office.

“Sure.” She smiled.

She’d never thought she and Rick would be on decent terms. Let alone speaking cordially and sharing a smile.

Thanksgiving had been a delicious, fun, chaotic whirlwind of laughter and deepening friendships. Logan’s sisters had warmed to her instantly. Stephanie let Allison hold her four-month-old baby girl, and Allison had fallen in love with the plump, cooing, drooling package of preciousness. Between holding the child and her dream hours earlier, the combined experience made her pregnancy so real she couldn’t wait to hold her own baby. She and Stephanie and Tracy had talked for hours about babies and raising kids and the joyful craziness of balancing work and family. Logan had divided his attention between showering Allison with affection and having a blast with the brood of kids running around his house. He’d even set up a treasure hunt for the under-ten crowd that kept the pack occupied while the adults enjoyed fine wine and good conversation.

Vivi had behaved herself, and Devon had been in an equally good mood. Then Rick had taken Allison aside mid-afternoon and actually apologized for his behavior toward her. He’d offered an olive branch, and Allison had accepted, relieved to know they were on the same side.

For once in her life, she’d felt like she belonged .

Rick stepped inside Allison’s office and approached her desk.  “Vivi made a care package for you.” His eyes twinkled mischievously. He brought his hand out from behind his back and produced a pie. “She said you can come over anytime and she’ll teach you how to bake.”

Allison rolled her eyes. She’d never live down her cooking mishap on Thanksgiving. “Just because my first attempt set off the smoke alarms doesn’t mean I’m hopeless.”

He held up his hands innocently. “Don’t shoot the messenger. I’m just the delivery guy.”

Right then Devon strolled in. “Hey, Allison. Make some good charcoal pies lately?”

“You both just wait.” Allison sent them a mock glare. “I’m going to bake the best pie you ever tasted.”

Devon nudged Rick. “Thank God we have a whole year for her to practice.”


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