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“What did I ever do to deserve you?”

Declan shook his head. “I do it all for love. And maybe a bite of your ice cream.”

I gasped in mock horror. “You want some of my ice cream? I’m not sure I can agree to that.”

A wicked glint appeared in Declan’s eyes. “You remember what the doctor said about orgasms, don’t you?”

I felt my face heat. My OB had indeed said sex and orgasms could possibly induce labor. Declan had taken that as a challenge. “I do remember.”

He set the pan down, took my hand in his, and drew me to him. Kissing me along my neck and up to my ear, he whispered, “Let me fuck you with my mouth, Harper.”

My knees grew weak, and I let out a soft moan. “That does sound better than the ice cream.”

“It does, doesn’t it?”

I let out a hum of pleasure—then a gasp as he kissed my neck. “There’s just one problem.”

“What’s that?” Declan asked, nipping at the lobe of my ear.

“My water just broke.”