“I’m hoping you’ll fuck me.” I try to keep my voice sultry and sexy but that’s never been my forte.

“Ellis…” He’s shaking his head. No no no.

“No wait, I have a whole thing.” I hold up a hand to stop his protest and pull the slip of paper from between my boobs and begin reading my pre-prepared list: “Pros: We are really good at it; we have ten years to make up for; you are very fucking sexy; I am very horny; orgasms help relieve pain which I am in a lot of; lastly, I want you. Cons: there are none.” I breathe at the end of my list.

I think I have him for a moment, but by the time I get to the cons I can see him trying to hold in a laugh.

“Stop laughing!” I yell, throwing the paper at him.

“Sunshine, there is no way you wrote a pros and cons list and hid it in your underwear.” When he puts it like that, it does sound crazy. But I am so pregnant and so obsessed with being in bed with Liam that it’s overwhelming me. Still, I can’t help but laugh with him when he joins me on the bed.

“Ellis, I’ve told you that I’m not just going to fuck you because you’re turned on. We’ve done this dance once before, and I haven’t known what to think since. I won’t move forward unless you’re ready for a real us. I thought after what happened before that you were ready, but then you put up a wall again. I can’t keep taking one step forward three steps back. It’s not good for either of us.”

I don’t know how to respond. He’s right. He’s reasonable. But I’m hormonal and stubborn. “That’s got to be… I don’t know… At least extortion.” I tell him scooting across the bed away from him.

“Sex-tortion, more like.” He snorts.

“Maybe I should just get myself off instead,” I tell him. I glance to my bedside drawer where a small vibrator waits for me. It’s the least I could use.

He notices my hinting. “You think it will be as good as me?” Liam raises an eyebrow. He is so fucking cocky, yet it’s so hot. Damn him.

“It will be faster.” I’m lying but he doesn’t need to know that.

“I don’t think you have it in you.” Despite trying to stick to his guns, I can see him giving in to our flirting nature. I’m not sure either of us will ever be able to help falling into this habit. His dare is the shove I need. Keeping my eyes locked on him, I lean over to the bedside cabinet and pull out the bullet vibrator.