“Ab, Angela is my masseuse. She gives me a massage once a week. There isn’t anything sexual between us, and there never has been. Our relationship is strictly professional.” For the first time since seeing him undressed with that woman, a glimmer of hope sprang up into my chest. Could he be telling the truth? I turned away from him, so I could think for a minute.

I was facing the cabinets, my hands splayed on the counter. He strode across the kitchen to bridge the gap between us. I felt the warmth of him at my back. He leaned down to whisper in my ear. “You are the only one I want, Abby. I need you, only you. I haven’t been with anyone else since you.” He wrapped an arm around me and slid his hand inside my robe to gently glide over my breast as he breathed his next words into my ear. “I don’t want anyone else. Ever.”

His words made my knees buckle, but he caught me, wrapping his other arm around my middle. I tilted my head to the side as he trailed kisses down my neck. I could feel his hard length pressing into my back. I wanted him so much. I couldn’t think of anything else.

I reached back, grappling for the snap of his jeans. He hissed in a breath at my touch, but moved the lower half of his body back away from me. I moved my ass back deliberately seeking him, missing the feeling of his cock against me.

He rubbed my tummy as he said, “I don’t want to hurt Peanut.”

I was beyond touched that he would be concerned about the baby’s well-being and thrilled by the sound of him saying the loving nickname that we used to refer to my unborn child. “It’s okay.” I assured him. “We won’t hurt Peanut.”

“You’re sure?” He sounded hopeful, but was holding back to be certain.

“I’m positive,” I reassured him. I used the time while my words were sinking in to shimmy out of my panties. He took a tentative step toward me, eliminating the space between his front and my back. He untied my robe and let it fall open, still seeming slightly uncertain.

“It’s okay,” I breathed out once more as I eased my hands between us to feel his erection that was straining for release from his jeans. “We’re alone?” He whispered the question near my ear as he smoothed his hand down from by belly to cup over me. I nodded in answer, and then we both moaned as he eased a finger into my wetness. His finger slid up and down me a few times. I was panting with need.