I stared at him. He hadn’t spoken a word since I dropped the bomb between us.

“I didn’t want to tell you like this. I was trying to let you swim. Don’t you get it?”

“How long have you known?” He hadn’t blinked.

“A week,” I whispered. I suddenly felt ashamed for keeping it from him.

He turned from the bathroom and sat on the bed. “You’ve known all week and didn’t tell me?” He looked hurt.

I sat next to him. “I couldn’t let this pregnancy ruin your chance at gold. I’ll still be pregnant after the games. I was going to tell you then. I swear.”

“You’re carrying my baby?”

I nodded. “I’m sorry. I know it’s not what you expected. I didn’t expect it either. I—I thought it was jet lag, but it wasn’t. It’s some kind of twisted morning sickness that comes and goes all day.”

His hand pushed my T-shirt from my stomach and he cupped my belly with his palms. “My baby is in there?”

“Yes. It’s your baby.”

My heart ached. I had just done everything I didn’t want to do. I wanted him to sweep gold. I wanted him to achieve all his Olympic dreams. And with one little word I had undone all of it. How was he going to concentrate after this?

“How are you feeling?” he asked.

“I’m okay.” I smiled. “Really. We can deal with it later. I don’t the baby to ruin your career, Blaine. You’ve worked your entire life for this.”

His hands pushed the T-shirt over my breasts. He stared at them hungrily.

“I’m not running away from this.” He leaned toward me, clasping a nipple between his teeth.

“Oh, God,” I moaned, pressing his head harder to my chest.

He laid me on the bed, raking the shirt over my head. “Do you know how fucking gorgeous you look with my baby inside you?” he growled.

Everything in me trembled. I felt the wet heat between my legs. My nipples perked.

“You’re not mad?” I asked.

He flicked his tongue over my breasts. Shit, everything was sensitive and highly alert. I was a live wire in his hands.

“Love, I’ve never been more turned on in my life.”

My eyes widened. “You are?”

He grabbed my hand and guided it between his legs. I gasped when I felt how hard his cock was.

Shit. I wanted him too.

I eagerly shoved his pants over his legs.

His kisses landed on my mouth with hungry fever. He massaged my tits until I moaned with pleasure and pain.

“Is it okay if I fuck you, love?” he growled in my ear.

“God, yes.” I climbed against his body, needing to feel him inside. I needed to know he was okay. I needed to know that we were going to make it through this, whatever happened.

His fingers circled between my legs before he slid the panties over my ankles.

“Let me look at you,” he breathed.

My chest rose. I knew my breasts were already larger than before. He spread my legs open and I sighed.

“Fuck, you’re sexy.”

I tried to look away, but he gripped my chin.

“And you’re carrying my baby.”

I nodded. I was. I had Blaine’s baby inside me. A baby we made on a rash, impulsive, stupid night. A night when I thought my career was over because I was fired. A night when I didn’t have a friend. A night when I turned to a sexy playboy for comfort. A night when we made a baby.

My hips tipped forward. “I want you inside me, Blaine.”

He grinned, nudging my legs wider.

I sighed as he sank deep inside me. I wrapped my body around his as he plunged in and out of me with rapid thrusts of pleasure.

He kissed me. “I love fucking you knowing I made this baby with you.”

His words melted me. I was scared he would resent me, or not want anything to do with the baby, but Blaine was full of surprises. He pushed inside me, loving me to the edge of the cliff.

I gripped his shoulders. “I’m going to come. Oh, God.”

He held me, pumping harder. “Come like this, come all over my cock, baby.”

And I felt the sweet rush spread through my veins and tingle to my toes as the orgasm rocked me with spirals.

“So fucking hot.” He tensed and then slammed into me, filling me with his own orgasm as he pulsed inside me.

He kissed me and nuzzled into my neck. “Thank you, Ava.”

“How are you going to swim?” The panic returned.

He laughed. “See, what happens is I dive into the water and then start kicking and moving my arms.”

I bit his fingers playfully. “Did I ruin it? Did we ruin it?” I finally felt as if I could acknowledge the baby.

“No, you didn’t ruin anything. You made it perfect.”

I sat forward. “This is crazy. We barely know each other. We had a one-night stand six weeks ago and now I’m pregnant. You realize this is… Well, there aren’t words for what this is.”

“This is you and me.” His palm flattened over my navel. “This is us now.”

“But—”

“Shh. Stop worrying. I’ve got you now. It’s going to be okay.”

“You know I don’t expect you to do anything for me, right? I can take care of the baby on my own. I’m not saying you have to be involved.”

“Would you shut up?”

My mouth clamped closed.

“Listen to me, you stubborn she-devil. You’re not scaring me away. You’re not raising my baby in another country. You’re not doing this alone. Do you hear me?”

I nodded slowly.

“Good. That’s settled. Tomorrow you can tell our baby how he was there when his dad won two gold medals.”

“He?”

He rubbed my belly and put an ear to my stomach. “Definitely a he.”

“Wait, we’re not going to live in two different countries?” My mind raced with everything Blaine had just said.

“No, we’re not.” He eyed me.

“Then who’s moving?”

“Ever thought about living in Australia?”

I blinked. “No. It’s on the other side of the world.”

He kissed my neck and I settled back on the bed. His lips traveled to my throat and over my collarbone.

“How would you like to wake up to this every morning?”

His hand slipped lower from my stomach and I found I was already eager to accept his fingers as he pushed them inside me. My breath hitched.

“Yes, please.”

“Then it’s settled.” His thumb circled my clit and I bowed off the bed. My body was firing out of control.

“I have no idea what I just agreed to,” I moaned. My muscles gripped at his fingers. How did he always find my G-spot so quickly?

He laughed. “You agreed to be happy and to let me make you come every day.”

“Oh yes,” I whimpered. “Okay.” I looked into his eyes, knowing I had no control.

My body was his and he knew how to play it perfectly.