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helped!”
    “Getting fucked isn’t going to help me.”
    His eyes
hardened, completely serious, completely invasive. He saw through my freak-out
and hit the core of everything that frightened me.
    “Stop worrying
about other people. Stop judging their happiness based on what you think is a perfect
world. It doesn’t exist.”
    “How do you
know?”
    “Because I lived through it. My parents put appearances before reality every damn time. My mom never
spoke out of turn to my father. And when I was a kid, neither did I. My dad was
a very spare the rod kinda guy, if you get me.” Nate frowned. “I
couldn’t play football with Bryce or Rick because we had practices when I was
supposed to be at youth group. Mom wasn’t allowed to work because a woman’s
role was in the household. Dad insisted we looked Christian , said the
right things, acted the correct way, and never, ever disobeyed him.”
    “I didn’t know.”
    “No one does.
They see perfection. But you know what that life is?” He bumped my chin
up to meet his stare. “ Boring . Filled with unhappiness. Lacking the only
thing that matters in life.”
    “Family?”
    “Pleasure.”
    “We are so wrong
for each other.”
    Oh sweet baby
Jesus, I said that out loud.
    I covered my
face. This was mortifying. That comment stripped away the remnants of my
dignity, the remaining bits not bookmarked between the pages of What To
Expect When You’re Expecting .
    My voice
weakened. “I didn’t mean…I’m not saying we’re…we have different philosophies .”
    Nate smirked.
“We have one thing in common.”
    “What’s that?”
    “We both want
you to be happy.”
    I stilled as his
words melted like chocolate. The warmth pulsed over me, coating me in a sticky,
sweet, and scary moment of surrender.
    “So let me make
you happy now,” he whispered. “Let me take some of the stress away.”
    “It won’t solve
everything.”
    “It won’t solve anything .
It’s not selfish to want a little pleasure, baby.”
    “Where would it
lead?”
    “Where do you
want it to lead?” He eyed the desk. “It’s not a bed, but it’ll do.”
    Not. What. I.
Meant.
    But he had no
idea what I was afraid of. This wouldn’t be another mistake in his arms. I had
to tell him about the baby before we moved too fast.
    “Nate, I’m—”
    His lips brushed
mine, stealing my words, my breath, and my mind. His kiss nibbled quick and
fierce. Just the touch of him against me shattered my thoughts. The uncertainty
and confusion that volleyed for space in my tummy next to the baby suddenly
vanished.
    All that
remained was the kiss.
    I hadn’t kissed
anyone since that night with Nate.
    I never wanted
to kiss anyone else again.
    His lips trailed
over my neck. I accidentally exposed that delicious hollow of my throat. I
never thought a touch could feel as amazing as being filled by him. Every press
of his mouth kneaded shivers through my body.
    I mewed.
    He liked that.
    “What do you
think?” His hands settled at my waist.
    What a day to
wear a skirt. It was either foresight or wishful thinking. His fingers tickled
over my thigh. I bit my lip.
    “Let me take
your mind off everything,” he whispered.
    I didn’t trust
what I’d think about without the wedding and my family to distract me.
    Probably how
nice it felt to be touched. How my breathing trembled with every trace of his
lips against my skin. That everything inside me wound into a bigger knot than
the last crisis he’d untangled with a touch, taste, and night of sweet regret.
    “This is a bad
idea,” I murmured.
    His eyes
darkened. “This is the best idea we’ve had in a month.”
    “You kept
count?”
    “Five weeks,
three days since I was with you.” He palmed my thigh. The warmth spread right
to my core. “You don’t remember?”
    Oh, I counted
the days, but for a much different reason. “You really want me?”
    “What do you
think?”
    His hand tangled
in my hair, and his kiss pressed me into the desk without a