Then a flash fire to rival all others flared from my core, flooding mybody.
I cried out Josh’s name, my soft heat clenching hard around him, and dropped my head on his shoulder. Sweat dripped from our bodies, intermingling as one. While there were lots of things I wasn’t too certain about when it came to pregnancy, there was one thing I was one-hundred-and-ten-percent certainof.
Pregnancy sex washot.
“Wow,” Josh said, once he was finally able to find hisvoice.
I giggled. “Wow,indeed.”
“I was thinking we should make this a regular thing. The second trimester is when you’ll be incrediblyhorny—”
“As we’ve justestablished.”
“Yes, as we’ve just established. I don’t want you to needlesslysuffer.”
I smirked. “How gallant ofyou.”
He smirked back. “Isn’t it? I mean unless you have someone else in mind. Because I’m not interested in sharing you,Holly.”
Did I want to risk the messiness of another friends-with-benefit relationship? Normally I would have said no—after what happened in university. But the rules changed when pregnancy-hormone-induced lust was thrown into themix.
Besides, I was a big girl. I knew what I was doing. This time I’d do a better job keeping my emotions out ofit.
“I’m not interested in sharing you either,” I said. “And no, there’s definitely no one else. Just my fake fiancé.” And thanks to my current situation, the lie my family thought was true was about to get morecomplicated.
Josh raised an eyebrow. “Your family still thinks you’reengaged?”
“Engaged and childless. I haven’t had a chance yet to tell them that we brokeup.”
“But you’re goingto?”
Let me give you some advice. Lying was stupid. There, I said it. If you were going to do it, make sure you had a strong shovel because you’d need it for the deep grave you would bedigging.
And thanks to my so-called harmless lie, I’d be busy digging all the way toAustralia.
Hopefully that was okay to do while I waspregnant.
Guess I could always check with my doctorfirst.
“Yes,” I said, “I’ll tell them we broke up. But I’m not telling them about the baby yet.” One problem at atime.
“Are you telling them that I’m thefather?”
I leveled my gaze at him. Maybe it would be a better idea to climb off him first—since his cock was still insideme.
I shifted off him and began retrieving my clothes. “What do you want me to tellthem?”
“I want you to tell them the truth. All of it. The baby. The fake engagement. That I’m the baby’sfather.”
I cringed—because telling my mum that I had never been engaged would be worse than if things just hadn’t worked out between Josh andme.
But—what was she going to do? Go back to her original campaign of marrying me off toDrew?
That would go down well, given I was pregnant with another man’schild.
“All right,” I said, holding my clothes in front of me like a shield. “I’ll tell them thetruth.”
Soon.
