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“They’re in big trouble, and so are you.”

“Me? What did I do?”

“Firstly, you’re wearing panties without permission.”

“I’m not, I swear.”

“Prove it.”

I lift my skirt at once, flashing him. “See,” I say.

“I knew you weren’t. I just wanted to see that.”

“You asshole.”

“You got it in one. Are we staying here, or are we joining the party?”

“In a minute. There’s something I need to tell you first.”

“Sounds serious.”

“You know how you said we had to have a kid so you could inherit, and then we didn’t need one. You remember all that?”

“How could I forget?”

“How would you feel if we had a kid, anyway?”

He looks at me like I’m joking, but his face turns serious. “Do you mean that?”

I nod. “When we first met, we didn’t use protection. I took the morning-after pill, but I threw it up. Didn’t put two and two together until I missed my period. I took a test this morning, and it was positive. In fact, I took three. All the same.”

“So we’re having a child?”

“I can’t tell if you’re happy or angry. Are you angry?”

“Angry? Why would I be angry?”

“I don’t know. Maybe because you already have a daughter and don’t want another child around? Maybe because we’ve only been together a couple of months. Maybe because we haven’t even talked about it before now.”

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I take her hands in mine and kiss her. “We’re going to be together for the rest of our lives. Alicia has always wanted a sibling, and we don’t need to talk about it because it’s happening.”

“So you’re not mad?”

“Only that you’re not on your back on the table with your legs wide apart.”

“But they’re all here. What if someone comes back in?”

“Better hope they don’t. Move, or your ass will be redder than Rudolph’s nose and Santa’s cloak combined.”

She climbs up onto the table, lying on her back, pushing papers onto the surrounding floor. I kneel between her legs, pulling her toward me until her pussy is right by my face. “Still can’t get over how perfect you look,” I say, burying my tongue in her.

“Still can’t get over how good that feels,” she replies, rocking as I move to her clit, flicking it gently. “Holy shit, that’s good.”


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