Chapter 87. I’m Going Home

Scott

The room was a lot different from the rest of the house. Was the heating system faulty, or was it just the sight of her luscious curves that had me breathless and hot with need?

“Prenatal DNA tests are risky. This way is safer.”

How come I hadn’t thought of a non-invasive prenatal paternity test? For some reason, I was certain she wasn’t pregnant. Every word and movement that Eliana made left my throat dry with heat. Beads of perspiration formed all over my skin. I couldn’t decide if the talk had brought about relief or pain. The creamy exposed skin of her thighs and breasts called to me.

My balls were definitely in pain. Not a kick-in-the-gut kind of pain, but pain from not being able to nut.

“Make me breakfast.”

It was her only condition to forgive me. She didn’t have to ask twice. Although, I think she was purposely making me suffer. The way she bent over, putting that perfect ass in the air… if it weren’t for her injuries, I would