Olly: I keep having these dreams. A man comes to me in the middle of the night, and he’s mouth-wateringly gorgeous. He’s got chiseled abs, thighs like tree trunks, and a certain something in his possession that makes my skin go hot as my thighs clench with need. But it’s just my overactive imagination, right?
Jason: Olly doesn’t know, but I’ve been watching her. I’m a hardened criminal so it was no trouble to jimmy her door open and slide right into her house. Then I stepped into her bedroom and saw the curvy girl spread out like an untouched, innocent flower. I should have left. I should have listened to my conscience and done the right thing. But I couldn’t help myself and now Olly’s pregnant … with no idea how it happened!