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Blair doesn't stop. She milks me gently until I'm completely spent, my body limp and relaxed against the sheets. I am breathing heavily, my heart pounding in my chest.

When I finally open my eyes, she's watching me with a soft smile. She brings her fingers to her lips and licks the cum from them, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment as she savors the taste.

"Christ, Blair," I breathe, reaching for her, pulling her into my arms. "You are going to be the death of me."

She laughs, a low, throaty sound that vibrates through my chest. "Can't complain, though, can you?"

I hold her close, my face buried in her hair, inhaling her scent. "The best," I murmur, my arms tightening around her. "The absolute best."

I bring her lips to mine and take her in a slow, deep kiss. She melts into me, her body soft and pliant.

She makes a soft sound of protest and pushes back just a little.

"Bad idea," she says, breathless.

My still foggy mind immediately clears, and I curse.

"I'm an idiot," I say, as the reality of what I'd just done sinks in. "So stupid. I never should have—"

"No, no," she says, her hand on my chest, stopping me. "I'm fine. The baby is fine."

"Yes, but that doesn't mean that I should have let it go this far. That I should have—" I stop, frustrated. "I am sorry."

"Diego," she says, her expression serious. "I told you. I wanted this. As much as you did."

"It's not a question of what we want," I say, running a hand through my hair. "It's what the doctor told us to do. For you. For the baby."

"We didn't have sex, not really."

"And now you're left wanting," I say, my gaze dropping to her body, to the thin fabric of her shirt, to the curve of her hips. "That is unacceptable."

Blair snorts, an indelicate sound that breaks the tension coiling in my gut. "Diego, I'm not a fragile piece of glass about to shatter because I'm turned on. Believe it or not, I've survived unfulfilled arousal before. I'll survive it now."

I know she's trying to make me feel better, but it's not working. If anything, it makes me feel worse.

"That's not the point," I say, my voice tighter than I intended. "The point is that I lost control. That I let my own selfish needs come before your safety."

"It's not selfish to want pleasure. And you didn't lose control," she says, her voice firm. "You stopped. You stopped the second you realized what was happening. You're not a monster, Diego. You're a man. A man who's been incredibly patient and supportive and loving through all of this."

She's right, I know she is, but the guilt doesn't go away.

"Just because I stopped doesn't excuse the fact that I started," I say.

"You didn't start anything. Your dick did," she says. "Have a talk with him if you're so broken up about it." I can see the smile tugging at her lips. "But leave me out of it."

I can't help but laugh. She has a way of cutting through my bullshit with a brutal honesty that I both admire and despise.

"I'll do that," I say, my mood lifting slightly. "I'll have a very stern talking-to with my dick."

"You do that," she says, her smile widening. "But don't be too harsh on him. After everything I've been through, I'm a little flattered. In fact, I'm more than a little flattered."

I look at her, at the way the morning light is filtering through the windows, catching in her deep black hair. I see the amusement in her eyes, the warmth in her smile, and I feel a wave of something so powerful it almost takes my breath away. It's not just desire, it's something deeper. Something more.

I reach for her, pulling her close, and she comes willingly, her body fitting against mine like it was made to be there.

I brush my lips against hers, a soft, gentle kiss. "You shouldn't be so surprised," I say. "Haven't I told you before that you're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen? Why would you think a little thing like a doctor's orders could change that?"

She blushes, a faint pink staining her cheeks. "You're a charmer."