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“That’s a silly question. You should know the answer.”
“Because you wanted to stalk me?” I teased.
“No,” he said, his expression turning serious. “I wanted to keep you safe.”
My stomach churned at his words. “Why? Am I in danger?”
“As long as you’re attached to me, you will be. I’m high profile.”
“But we were getting a divorce,” I said, confusion and concern mixing in my tone.
“You’re still a bargaining chip, even if you would be my ex-wife. Now you’re not.”
“Nah, I think I’d like to go through with the divorce. Thank you for the sex,” I said, trying to mask my anxiety with nonchalance.
In an instant, Oliver was on top of me, his morning erection pressed against my hip. He pinned my wrists above my head with a steely grip.
“I’ve already spoken to my lawyer. There will be no divorce,” he declared, his eyes flashing with determination.
My brows knitted together. “How the fuck could you speak to your lawyer? It’s Saturday, and I hadn’t made up my mind,” I retorted, frustration boiling over.
It didn’t surprise me. Oliver had so many connections and he often had people working when they didn’t normally work. Knowing him, he had the attorney on retainer twenty four seven.
“I knew you would say yes. I made a preemptive strike,” he said confidently.
“That was mighty presumptuous of you. Suppose I only wanted you for a quick fuck,” I challenged, my heart pounding.
“I already told you, sex between us is never quick, and I presumed because it was obvious you didn’t want a divorce. You forget I read people for a living,” he said, his voice calm and assured.
He shifted my wrists into one of his hands, stroking my face with the other. “This is forever. I told you that.”
“So you did,” I said, my voice softening. “I have something to tell you, and I hope you don’t freak out.”
His face tightened, wrinkles forming on his forehead. “I hope it’s not bad news,” he said, his voice filled with concern.
“It all depends how you look at it,” I said, my voice trembling slightly.
Oliver released my wrists and sat back on his haunches between my legs, his eyes narrowing with curiosity. “Just say it and get it over with,” he urged.
I took a deep breath, steeling myself. “We had sex, and I’m not on anything. I stopped taking my pills when we broke up.”
He stared at me, his expression unreadable. “I don’t see a problem,” he said calmly.
“Oliver, I could get pregnant,” I said, my heart pounding.
“As I said, I don’t see a problem,” he repeated, his eyes softening.
“I thought we could ease into talking about having children,” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper.
He leaned forward, cupping my face gently in his hands. “Ryleigh, I’ve always wanted a family with you. If this happens now, it happens. We’ll face it together.”
I looked into his eyes, searching for any sign of doubt, but found none. His confidence and sincerity calmed the storm of emotions inside me.
“I’m not running if you end up pregnant. I can’t. I had a lot of time to think while we were separated. I want children. You’re my wife and I love you. I told you it was selfish of me to do what I did. We’re in this marriage together.”
“I’m glad to hear you say that because I’m in the mood for another round.”
He grinned. “I think I can accommodate you with your request.”
