“I’m sure it’s fine. We just won’t have oral sex again. And when you go to your next prenatal appointment, you can ask the doctor about it. Oh, and we should avoid deep penetration or having you on your back for long periods of sex.” He nodded, as though this all made perfect sense to him and that this wasn’t an incredibly bizarre conversation for a man to be having with his knocked-up secretary.

“I have to use the loo.” She shoved on his chest so he would back up. All thoughts of sensual good-morning sex were gone, shot into orbit by his vaginal-blowing fears.

“I’m starving,” he said, obviously not picking up on her tension as he sat up and moved to the edge of the bed. “Do you want to grab some breakfast? Then I should probably get some work done for a couple of hours.”

“That’s fine. I’ll shower while you’re working.” And read the damn Everything Guide to goddamn Pregnancy.

She didn’t want to make any more mistakes. She didn’t want Damien, who wasn’t even the baby’s father, to have a better sense of what was happening to her body and baby than she did.

And most of all, she wanted to know why along with all the other sacrifices she had to make, she couldn’t even be allowed the pleasure of having Damien eat her out.

Chapter 13

Showered, dressed in a bikini, and armed with information, Mandy went off in search of Damien around lunch-time.

He had completely freaked her out, on so many levels, with his behavior that morning. He had brought back to the surface her doubts about her abilities as a mother, made her feel guilt for ignoring the textbook she really should have read two months ago, and he’d worried her that maybe she had done something sexual she shouldn’t have.

What kind of mother was she? She should be knitting booties like a proper mum, not having sex with her boss.

Unfortunately, being naked with Damien seemed much more appealing than laboring her way through the creation of a yarn sock.

Then added to all of that was the confusion over watching Damien Sharpton focusing in on her child. She supposed he wasn’t acting completely out of person, since he seemed to have taken a divide-and-conquer approach to her pregnancy. He had devoured all the information available to him, now was prepared to do everything by the book, literally.

He had sent her into the shower with admonishments about the water temperature not exceeding one hundred twenty degrees.

Like she even knew what that was just by turning the taps. She had never quite mastered the whole Celsius/ Fahrenheit conversion.