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  “You got it, man. You need anything else?”

  “Someone to stabilize my heartbeat, maybe?”

  Hayes laughs. “It’s gonna be okay, man. Chloe will be fine. The four of us will look after her.”

  “I have Nonna and my sisters on standby too just in case something happens.”

  Hayes sighs. “You can’t think like that, Silas. I know it’s hard for you, given what’s happened in your family, but you can’t keep fixating on the fear. That’s what’s preventing you from really living.”

  Hayes and Wes are two of the only people that really know how much my parent’s death fucked me up.

  “I’m…I’m trying.”

  “And you know I’m here. Have a good trip. Kick ass, do what you need to do, and then get home to Chloe and your son.”

  “That’s the plan. Thanks again, Hayes.”

  “No problem, man. I’ll always have your back.”

  I end the call just as I take the exit for the parking structure I always leave my car at when I fly.

  It’s just five days. She’ll be fine. The baby will be fine.

  I just hope I’ll be fine too.

  Chapter 11

  Chloe

  Silas De Luca is going to get the best blow job of his life when he walks through the door.

  Not only has it been five long days since I’ve seen him and his dick, but the man had food deliveries made to me every time I mentioned a craving in a text message or during a phone call, and he booked a surprise prenatal massage for me today.

  While we were talking on the phone last night, I mentioned how sore my body felt. I’ve been giving Daniela more of my clients lately since I’m only getting bigger at this point and my feet are starting to swell every time I walk. I know it’s part of the package deal with being pregnant, but I’m having a hard time accepting that I can’t do things the way I did before.

  Except for blow jobs. Being pregnant doesn’t affect my ability to give those.

  The sound of the garage door opening alerts me to his arrival. Silas messaged me the second he landed, so I knew to be expecting him soon. With my hair fluffed and my sexiest navy silk pajamas on, I wait for him in the kitchen to walk into the house.

  “Chloe?” I hear him before I see him, but as soon as he rounds the corner, I swear I stop breathing for a moment.

  Silas stands there in jeans and a plain black t-shirt with his lips parted, breathing just as hard as I am.

  “Hi, Silas.”

  “Fuck, Chloe.” He abandons his suitcase in the hallway, tosses his keys on the counter, and then stalks across the floor to where I’m standing, holding my face in both of his hands before smashing his lips to mine.

  And all I can do is hold on for the ride. I throw my hands around his neck and press my chest to his as best I can while our tongues dance and glide together.

  “God damn, I missed you,” he says between kisses.

  “I missed you too. I need you,” I reply, reaching down to stroke his cock hidden behind the denim of his pants. And by how hard he is, I’m guessing his thoughts are on the same page as mine.

  I’m desperate for him to fuck me again, but I actually missed him entirely while he was gone, not just his dick.

  “Good minds think alike.” His hands find the hem of my silk top and lift it up as my arms float into the air as well, allowing him to extract the fabric from my body. “God, these tits.” He leans forward and closes his mouth around one of my nipples, sucking so hard it shoots a bolt of pleasure straight to my clit.

  “Silas.”

  “Your breasts are out of control, Chloe.” His mouth continues to work over my flesh as his hand dips into the front of my pajama bottoms, sliding under my underwear and straight to my slit.

  “I know.”

  “I can’t get enough of them.”

  “But I want to suck your cock, Silas.”

  That has him freezing in his movements. He stands tall once more, staring down into my eyes as he cups my face. “You don’t have to do that.”

  “It’s the least I can do after the way you’ve taken care of me this week.”

  “I didn’t do those things expecting anything in return, Chloe.”

  “Jesus, Silas. I know. Just let me put your cock in my mouth, okay?”

  He grins and then leads me by the hand over to the couch. “Fine, but I’ll be damned if you put your knees on the tile floor.”

  I take a seat on the couch, reaching for the button on his jeans as soon as my ass hits the cushions, my mouth practically salivating. Silas has made our sexual encounters more about me, so I’m eager to return the favor right now.

  Sending up a thank you to the dick gods, I pull his length from his briefs, pushing down his pants and briefs to the middle of his thighs, gripping him tightly before darting out my tongue to circle his tip.

  “Fuck, Chloe.”

  Bringing him all the way between my lips, I take my time running my tongue all the way under his cock, squeezing the base as I twirl my tongue around and pull him deeper into my mouth. The groan he lets out encourages me to keep going, so I do, showing him how much I want him, how much I missed him, how much every day we were apart had me itching for us to reconnect.

  “Baby, you’ve got to stop.” His dick pops free from my mouth as I stare up at him, gasping for air and stroking him still as he studies me. “Turn around and put your hands on the back of the couch.”

  “Oh fuck yes.”

  Silas helps me stand, my bump creating even more of an obstacle to do something so basic. He unties my pants and pushes them down my legs all the way to the floor, swiping his tongue through my sex as he makes his way back up. He kicks off his pants and chucks his shirt as well before helping me get on my knees on the cushions, facing the back of the couch.

  “You comfortable?”

  “Yes.” It’s so sweet how gently he handles me before he gets ready to plow into me. It’s that cinnamon roll quality of him that I’m quickly falling for.

  “You want hard and fast, or slow and soft, Chloe?”

  “Whatever you want to give me, Silas. I just… missed you.”

  “Same, baby.” He lines himself up to my core and pushes in, filling me up in the best way, hitting every nerve ending on my walls as he slides in and out slowly at first, then more consistently and quicker once I feel myself adjust to his size.

  “You’re so fucking sexy, Chloe. I can’t tell you that enough.”

  “You make me feel sexy, Silas.” He hits me deep inside, spurring the first sparks of my orgasm. “Yes…it feels so good,” I moan out as Silas leans over my back, his lips finding my neck where he places open-mouthed kisses, licking my skin as he continues to thrust deep inside of me.

  “I want you to feel good. I want to make you happy for the next four months.”

  This isn’t the first time he’s mentioned the timeline, but this time it stings more.

  What does he mean by that? That our sexual relationship, if that’s what you want to call this, is going to end once the baby’s here? Is that his intention—to give me what I need while I’m pregnant, and then go back to pretending like we don’t have this mind-blowing connection that is building outside of the bedroom too?

  I know we said we’d make this thing between us ours, but I just didn’t know if that meant there was a timeline attached to it.

  My mind starts running away with thoughts of what happens after this, derailing me from reaching the precipice I thought I was going to achieve rather soon, and Silas senses my distraction.

  “You alright? Where did you go just now?”

  I shake off the thought, reaching behind me with one hand to pull him closer. “Nowhere. Keep going.”

  I feel his hand reach around my stomach and find my clit, moving slowly over the nub, just the way I like it. And the pressure builds again, the twinge of pleasure that I know is coming mounting with each stroke of his cock in my pussy.

  “Silas….”

  “Yo
u almost there, Chloe?”

  “Yes…”

  “Come with me,” he commands, waiting for the first shrieks from my mouth as his indication that I’ve reached the cliff and am about to topple over.

  And then I do, screaming out my release as Silas quickens his pace and joins me.

  “Fuck,” he whispers in my ear with his chest still to my back, his cock so deep inside of me as we just stay there like that, connected for a moment. “I needed that.”

  “Me too.”

  I feel him slip out and then gently help me stand. After we dress and I rush to the bathroom to clean up, I find Silas still in the kitchen, checking emails on his phone.

  “So, how was the trip?”

  “Good. Got a lot done. But I told Erica that I won’t be travelling for a while. It was too hard being away from you.”

  Those words have my heart melting—they shouldn’t, but they do. “I was fine.”

  “Yes, but you’ll be seven months next month, which means the third trimester, and so much can happen.”

  “The doctor says everything is fine, Silas.”

  He shakes his head, placing his phone on the counter before reaching for my arm, dragging me into him. “I know. I just don’t want to take any chances.”

  “Well, if it makes you feel better.”

  “It does.” He releases me and then moves to grab a drink from the fridge. “Thanksgiving is this week. Did you talk to Nonna?”

  “No, was I supposed to?”

  “I figured she would have called you to discuss dinner plans.” He takes a drink from his glass of water and then grabs my hand to lead me upstairs to his room.

  Silas and I only slept together twice before he had to leave for his trip, and both times were in my bed. But apparently tonight, I might be sharing his with him.

  I follow him as he continues to talk. “My family always has a big Thanksgiving dinner. My mother was American, you know, so we always celebrated, but Nonna always adds Italian dishes to the spread.”

  “Alright.” Nerves hum low in my gut. A big traditional family holiday? I’ve never been a part of one in my life. The only family I was with long enough to celebrate a holiday with took us to Denny’s for Thanksgiving dinner. There was no home-cooked meal, no going around the table saying what we’re thankful for.

  I don’t know what to feel about this impending meal.

  “She did say she wanted to teach you how to make meatballs, so she probably will on Thursday.”

  “You think?” I watch Silas take off his clothes again minus his briefs before he steps into his closet to grab a clean pair of pajama pants, I assume. The weather is definitely cooler now, so more clothing has become necessary, especially at night once the sun goes down.

  “Most likely.” He comes out of his closet completely naked, heading for his bathroom next.

  Did…Did Silas just walk in front of me naked?

  “Um, what are you doing?”

  Peering at me over his shoulder as my eyes fight not to drop down and take in his rock hard ass, he says, “Getting in the shower. I smell like airplane. Wanna join me?”

  Showering together? That’s pretty intimate.

  Chloe, you just had the man’s cock in your mouth and he fucked you on his couch. I think boundaries were crossed a long time ago.

  “If you don’t mind.”

  He smirks. “Of course I don’t mind, that’s why I offered. Now get your beautiful ass in here.”

  I undress once more and follow Silas into his bathroom where I find him standing outside of the shower, one hand inside testing the temperature of the water as it rains down. Once he deems it’s ready, he holds my hand and helps me inside of the massive shower with two shower heads and dark grey tiled walls.

  “Come here.” He draws me into him again, wrapping his arms around my waist and then leaning down to press his lips to mine. “You okay?”

  “Yeah. Why?”

  “Because I want to make sure you’re okay with this—us, showering together.”

  “It’s…I’ve…I’ve never done this with a man before.”

  “Me neither.”

  I can’t help but smile. “You’ve never showered with a man? Well, I guess that’s a good thing.”

  Silas pinches my butt playfully. “You knew what I meant.” He reaches for a loofa and then squirts some body wash on it, lathering it up before running it over my back and ass. “Turn around.”

  I spin and then he soaps up the rest of my body, moving slowly over my bump. And at just the right moment, our son chooses to kick while Silas’s hand is on my belly.

  “Holy shit. Did…did he just kick?” he asks, my back to his front as he holds me in place while the water continues to rain down on us.

  “Yes.” My smile builds as I feel him move again and shift Silas’s hand to where he’s able to feel him. “Did you feel that?”

  I feel him nod behind me. “Yes. Wow, Chloe. This is…”

  “It’s crazy, huh?”

  “Does he move a lot?”

  “More so in the last week. I mean, he’s moved for a while now, but as he gets bigger and runs out of room, I’m feeling him more and more.”

  “Does it hurt?” he asks, just as our son delivers another jab of his elbow or kick of his foot, which one I’m not sure. “Whoa.”

  “That one did a little.”

  “Maybe he’ll be a soccer player.”

  “Did you play growing up?”

  “I did. My parents were very supportive too until…”

  I squeeze his hand in mine, hearing the anguish in his voice and just wanting to offer him some comfort. I may not have had parents growing up either, but Silas has happy memories that make that loss greater.

  And then our baby kicks again.

  “I can’t believe this. I’m so glad I finally got to feel him.” The emotion in his voice has tears welling in my eyes.

  “Me too.”

  And that’s where we stand as the water continues to run and our son puts on a show for his father. Silas finishes cleaning us both once the kicking subsides before the hot water runs out completely, and then we change and meet back in his bedroom.

  “You’re sure you’re okay with having me here?” I ask as I plop my pregnancy pillow on his bed that he’s standing on the other side of before sliding my ass onto the mattress.

  “Yes. I want you here, Chloe.”

  We get comfortable under the covers and then I feel Silas slip in behind me, cuddling to my back. “Being apart from you this week made me realize I want you near when we’re together.”

  Dear lord, my hormones can’t take the shit he’s saying to me tonight. Maybe absence really does make the heart grow fonder. Maybe Silas is starting to fall for me like I am for him, despite his mention of how much longer I have in my pregnancy.

  Fighting off the tears threatening to spill, I simply press myself into him and sigh in contentment of having his arms around me, his presence near, and his heart slightly open and eager for me to see.

  Because regardless of whether he’s doing it on purpose or not, Silas De Luca is showing me his softer side, and it’s only making me want to let him in more.

  Chapter 12

  Silas

  Fighting off the laughter I feel building in my throat, I cover my mouth with my hand as I watch Chloe work the meat in the bowl beside my grandmother.

  “Now, not too much. You don’t want to overmix the meat or the meatball will turn out tough.”

  “I can be gentle when I’m touching meat. Right, Silas?” Chloe glances up at me and gives me a wink.

  My grandmother walks to the other side of the kitchen for a moment, giving me a chance to lean over the counter and whisper to her. “You’re seriously going to make a comment like that right now in front of my grandmother?”

  She giggles and then shrugs. “It was just too easy of an opportunity.”

  “What are you two talking about?” Nonna comes back over and slides freshly diced par
sley into the bowl that Chloe has her hands elbow deep in.

  “Nothing,” I mutter.

  “I sincerely hope you’re not making penis comments around my meat,” Nonna says and then catches herself, causing us all to burst out in laughter.

  “Is it safe in here for little ears yet?” Valentina asks as she rounds the corner into the kitchen with Lorenzo holding her hand.

  It’s Thanksgiving Day and my sisters are finally starting to arrive. Valentina is always on time, but Mia and Bianca will show up late as always.

  “It can be,” I say, reaching out to fist bump my nephew. “Enzo, my man. How’s it going?” I look around my sister to see her husband hanging up their coats by the door.

  “Zio!” He releases his grip on Valentina’s hand and then jumps up into my arms. “Wanna play soccer with me? I need to practice.”

  “It’s a little cold outside, Enzo,” Valentina replies.

  “Did you bring a jacket?” I stare down at my nephew, his face about to crumble with disappointment.

  “Yes…”

  “Then we won’t stay out too long,” I say to my sister, lifting Enzo off of me before standing, telling him to go grab his coat.

  “You’re going to play soccer?” Chloe asks as she forms meatballs with her hands. I’ve got to hand it to her—she’s a natural in the kitchen and looks damn sexy while she’s standing there.

  “Damn straight.”

  “Don’t hurt yourself, old man,” she teases.

  I round the counter and stand behind her, caging her in with my arms planted firmly on the granite, ignoring the pairs of eyes watching us as I do. “You know damn well that this old man can hold his own,” I whisper in her ear, watching the goosebumps develop on her exposed skin. She’s wearing an off-the-shoulder chocolate colored dress that hugs her changing body and I can’t wait to strip her out of it later.