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three,” I count, as she bears down with her contraction.  She makes good progress, and within half an hour, I see the baby’s head emerge.
    “One more big push, Georgina,” I tell her. 
    “Okay, now pant.  Don’t push.  That’s it, good girl,” Mary coaches. 
    With her next contraction, the baby slides out effortlessly into Mary’s waiting hands. 
    “Congratulations, guys.”  Mary stays put for Georgina to deliver the placenta, while I complete the observation checks on the baby and give her the shots she needs.  After I have weighed her and wrapped her tight in a blanket, I hand her to her parents.
    “Have you chosen a name?” I ask, as I fill out my paperwork.
    “Serenity Michelle Hopkins,” the beaming father informs me.
    “Beautiful name.  Congratulations to you both.  She’s a healthy girl.”  I finish up my paperwork and wish them all the best before leaving them to have some time alone.
    Thirty minutes later, I’m walking across the parking lot to my car, after another shift has finished.  I’m exhausted and looking forward to a long, hot shower, and a good night’s sleep. 
    I look over to where my car is parked and almost fall on my face as I misstep when I catch sight of him leaning casually against my hood.
    Brock.
    Argh!  I had managed to get through the last four days without any contact at all from him.  I thought he must have given up, and I was happy about that.
    I was.
    I swear.
    Okay, maybe a small part of me was bummed he had given up, but that small part was really, really tiny, and it was also really, really stupid. 
    But here he is, standing there in a pair of dark grey tailored pants and a white dress shirt with the top two buttons undone.  He looks utterly delicious, and I hate the way my body immediately reacts to his presence.
    “Hi.”  He smiles when I get close.
    “Hi.  What are you doing here?”
    “I just came to see you.  Thought maybe we could get a coffee?”
    When I don’t respond, he drops his chin to look into my eyes.  “Please,” he pleads.
    “Fine.  I’ll follow you,” I say, giving in against my better judgment.
    I climb in my car and pull out, following Brock in his black Hummer, as he navigates our way to a cafe.  A few minutes later, I park beside him and we walk in to a small coffee shop.  Brock holds the door open for me and then takes my hand, leading me to a small booth in the far corner of the building.  The place is small, but beautifully decorated and the aroma of coffee beans in the air is mouthwatering.
    “Can I take your order?” the waitress asks after we sit down.
    “I’ll have a skinny latte with a shot of hazelnut, please,” I say.
    “Cappuccino for me, please.”
    “Won’t be long.”
    I watch the waitress’s back as she walks away, and I only glance to Brock when he speaks. 
    “How has your week been?” he asks.
    “Busy.  Work has been crazy this week. I think every pregnant woman within a ten mile radius has gone into labor.  There must be something in the air.”
    “Your face lights up when you speak about your job,” he comments.
    “I love it,” I say simply, with a shrug.
    “I’m glad.  It’s important to love what you do.”
    “What about you, do you love what you do?”
    He nods.  “I do.  Growing up, I knew I’d always take over the family business, but the thought didn’t excite me.  However, I’ve grown into the role, and now I’m head of the company, I’ve got more freedom to do things my way.”
    “You’d love that – being in control, I mean.”  As soon as the words leave my mouth, I feel my cheeks heat as I remember just how much Brock likes being in control in the bedroom.
    “Spread you legs and show me that sweet pussy, Cassidy,” he demands.  I immediately comply, opening my thighs and showing him what he wants. 
    “Good girl,” he praises.  “Touch yourself.  Show me how much you want me.”  My hand instantly goes to my sex, dipping inside to gather