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Her movements were too sluggish, and Curtis scooped her back into his arms with a chuckle. "Angry, huh?"

Leanne turned her head away, her pout directed at him. "No."

Curtis couldn't help but laugh, wrapping his arms around her slender waist, whispering enticingly, "Come on, no sulking. Let's go home, yeah? I'll make it worth your while."

At that moment, Leanne didn't grasp the full implication of his words. She was five months pregnant, and the medical advice suggested it was safe to be intimate, as the baby was securely situated. Yet, Curtis feared for her well-being. He gently removed her clothes, kissing her tenderly, stirring her desires.

When his warm breath touched her most sensitive spots, Leanne instinctively tried to push him away, but her hands were caught and pinned down on the silk sheets.

"Curtis..." she sounded slightly panicked, calling out his name.

"Easy there, sweetheart," Curtis' voice, thick with desire, soothed her, "Stay still."

The dim light cast a soft glow over the bed, highlighting her smooth skin against the tender sheen of the light blue silk, her entire body flushing with arousal.

The sheets crumpled in her grasp, and her moans filled the room with a sultry warmth, blending with the soft light into a honeyed ambiance.

Afterward, when Curtis cleaned up and unearthed Leanne from beneath the covers, her face was as red as a tomato.

She tried to snatch the blanket back, clearly not pleased. "What are you doing?"

Every strand of her hair seemed to scream embarrassment, causing Curtis to raise an eyebrow, teasing her for her ostrich-like wish to hide away. "We're having a baby, darling. Pretending we're strangers now?"

did Leanne glance at him, her gaze falling upon his lips

looked away, forcing herself

lay down, pulling her

"Yeah," Leanne muttered softly.

prefer my fingers, or maybe

chest, burying her face there to escape reality.

hair, chuckling. "You're

and Curtis

waking to his call for brunch. He had prepared a creamy

the boisterous voices of Joy and

we skate on this

give it a

I fall

you know. In this freezing water, we'd both be

knew the water's cold

was your idea to skate! How am I in the wrong

their squabble. "Why

instantly, they united against

"You're asking for it!"

Leanne you tried

scoffed, "As if I can't

emails, who suggested without looking up, "Maybe we should install an IQ scanner at the

the delightful aroma, sniffing eagerly. "What are you