Devon's talking nonsense at me, saying he's staying in California and not taking over the Foundation and I just don't understand why he would do that. He's been putting up with his Uncle for years now, he went along with an arranged marriage that he didn't want just so he get control of the company, why would he give it up just for me?

I see the look on his face when he looks down at my stomach, the way he puts his hand there, and I know he's thinking about our weekend. All the times we've had sex in the last 24 hours and he hasn't pulled out once.

If any other guy had ever said half the stuff Devon said during sex, it would take me right out of the moment. We're talking instant bucket of ice water.

Telling me he wanted to get me pregnant just made me come even harder.

Now I have to face the fact that there's a good chance I will get pregnant from this weekend. I did a lot of calculations-- I'm cutting it really close.

I'm not worried about Devon not being there for his kid, or not paying his share, and I'm not gonna pretend I'm not ready to be a mom. It's just... I wanted a husband, not just a baby daddy, and now I see the look on his face as he touches my stomach and it dawns on me.

He's had awhile to think it over too. He didn't even want a wife, now he could be stuck with a baby. It's all such a mess.

It wasn't supposed to go like this at all! That was the whole point of an arranged marriage.

Is that why he's staying? Why he thinks he has to be with me? For a baby that might not even exist? I can't let him do that. I can't keep him from pursuing his goals. He has a good heart and the Foundation needs him-- the people who need the Foundation need him.

Maybe there's a chance for us. I want Devon, but I want him to want me. I don't want to be something that he just settles for or gets stuck with.

It's complicated and I don't know what to do. Then I think of Jaime telling me to give him a chance and I start to think it might be worth trying.

I don't want him to give up on the Foundation but I know he still needs a wife to make that happen.

I lay my hand down over his. His hands are so much bigger than mine and his skin is rough. Turns out, he does a lot of volunteer work with the Foundation, building houses and clearing property and stuff like that. I like the way his calloused hands feel masculine.

His eyes look so sad and it hurts so much to think that he regrets any of our time together since yesterday. It's especially painful to think he might be rethinking anything he said about having babies together.

When I mention it out loud though, I don't get the response I expected. I get kissed.

Hard and deep, Devon's mouth is on mine before I have time to finish my words. His tongue pushes past my lips, between my teeth and claims my mouth in a way that erases all my doubts.

He has my wrist in his hand, pinned to the bed beside my head. I don't know when or how it happened but I'm no longer sitting up against the headboard of my bed, I'm on my back with Devon's whole body over mine.

His weight presses me into the soft mattress, his chest heavy against my breasts, his pelvis lined up with mine so that I can feel how hard he is.

I moan into his mouth unintentionally and it's like stoking a fire inside him.

His mouth renews its assault on mine and I'm helpless to do more than return his kiss while his free hand pushes between us so that he can reach under my tunic and squeeze one breast in his hand.

My back arches, pushing into his touch. I try to break our kiss, desperate for air as his fingers pinch my hard nipple and roll it with a firm pressure that makes me gasp but he doesn't let my mouth leave his for long.

It's like he needs to tell me something and this kiss is his only language.

I think I understand.

My hips roll, pushing my mound up against the bulge behind his zipper till it settles into my cleft. Devon moves, pressing so there's no question how hard he is. His body language tells me that it's for me, it's because of me.

He grinds against me, and the tease drives me insane. That pressure on my clit and the unyielding mass of his cock as his hips move with mine-- I need him so much right now.

I moan when he reluctantly breaks the long kiss to hungrily taste every inch of my flesh. He releases my wrist so that he can pull my top off over my head and then his shirt joins it somewhere across the room.

With my hands free, I work feverishly to undo his jeans. I need to feel my hands wrapped around him, I want to taste him and take his cock deep in my throat till I gag on his length.

Devon isn't giving in to my demanding hands. His body slides down mine so that his mouth can devour my breasts. Taking turns with each one, his hands wrapped around them both while he alternates between nipples. Licking, blowing, sucking and tugging gently between his teeth till they're so hard they feel like they could rip through my skin.

I buck my hips up against his chest, my body instinctively demanding his cock. A garbled sound comes out of my throat and my fingers dig into his shoulders as he slide farther down my torso.

His hand pushes at my leggings and then peels them off in one quick motion that leaves me naked and needy as his body pushes between my thighs.

So frustrated as I feel the coarse denim of his jeans rub against my wet pussy. Another noise comes out of me. I'm panting so hard I can't make words.

Devon laughs, it's short and his voice is thick, "patience, Babydoll," his teeth catch my lower lip between them briefly and then his mouth is working it's way back down, stopping to lay kisses over my stomach.

"I meant it, Stephany," he whispers coarsely as his hand smooths over the little swell of my stomach that no amount of crunches seem to get rid of, "I meant every word."

His lips press against my abdomen, "I want my baby inside you." I feel the side of his cheek, his stubble rough on my belly, his hands wide and flat on my sides, "I hope you are pregnant already, I know it sounds barbaric but I mean it. I want us to be bound together by something bigger than either of us."

I know he means it. I can feel the slight tremble of his hands where they're holding me and I can hear the emotion in his voice even though he's trying so hard to control it.

He really means it, he wants to marry me, he wants to make babies with me. He'll give up everything he's been working toward to start over with me. For me. If I let him.

"Devon," I whisper as I spear my fingers through his hair, "I need you, please?" It's a plea, and as much as I mean that I need him to fill me with his cock right now, I mean that I need him in every way.