Josh showed up the following evening with two yoga mats. Purple for me. Blue for him. I was wearing a pair of yoga pants, which weren’t as loose at the waist as they used to be. My tank top was also starting to feel a little tight, especially across my chest.

What was Josh wearing? Basketball shorts and a team T-shirt. The soft navy fabric stretched across his chest and taut muscles—and the perma-ache between my legs let out a dreamy sigh.

Now, you were probably wondering how things went last night when it came to our first yoga session together. Don’t worry, I was strong. The no-sex rule remained firm…much to the ache’s dismay. Which was why I suspected it was about to play dirty.

It didn’t help that I wanted to suddenly forget yoga and screw Josh instead. Maybe if we did it on the yoga mats, it counted as prenatal yoga.

No. No. No. Remember, we have the no-sex rule for a reason. We can’t let the pregnancy hormones win.

Naturally, the ache between my legs didn’t give a damn about that as it let out its war cry.

Which was another way of saying I moaned—even though Josh wasn’t touching me.

We unrolled our mats in front of the big screen TV. I turned it on and hit play on the DVD player.

Those years of dance Mum had insisted on? They’d left me with a natural grace, flexibility, and balance that transferred to yoga. And judging from how well Josh was doing standing on one leg, his opposite foot pressed against his inner thigh, Junior would definitely be gifted with great balance.

“Now we’re going to do the Downward-Facing Dog,” the pregnant woman on the TV screen said. We had already been through several poses—my hormones being on their best behavior. Which was saying a lot when Josh’s amazing man-scent and pheromones were doing all kinds of crazy things to my willpower.

I can be strong. I’m not going to lust over Josh…and his amazing body…and all those mouthwatering things said body can do to mine.

Inwardly, I glared at my noncooperative body, which had clearly taken over parts of my brain.

The woman explained what she was doing as she got into position.

I followed her lead, my feet and hands on the floor, elbows and knees straight, butt in the air.

“From where I’m standing,” Josh said behind me, “that looks goddamn sexy.”

I let out a huffed laugh. “Glad you approve.” Still in position, I looked at him from between my legs, but only his legs and the part of him that had gotten us into this predicament were visible. It was hidden in his shorts but was definitely more noticeable than before.

The image of Josh taking me from behind flashed in my head, and just like that, I was suddenly very wet for him. Very wet and very achy. Dammit.

I let out another small moan, which was easily passed off as a yoga-related noise. “Are you just planning to watch my arse?” I asked, “Or are you getting into position?” I almost groaned out loud at the image replaying in my head—of Josh getting into position…behind me, then inside me.

My legs trembled in anticipation. Hell, my whole body trembled.

“Isn’t yoga supposed to be relaxing?” he asked, laughter in his voice.

“Yes.”

“Well, watching your ass in the air like that is very relaxing.” He stepped closer and settled his large, strong hands on my hips. Heat from his palms sank through the cotton of my yoga pants and made a beeline to the eager ache.

“You’re not playing fair,” I groaned and dropped to my knees, the pregnant woman on the TV long since forgotten.

“How am I not playing fair?” The laughter was still in his voice, mocking me with its deep, sinful sound. Every girlie part was now ripe with lust—and cheering me on to give into my horny hormonal needs.

I didn’t bother to answer him. I clambered to my feet, wrapped my hand behind his neck, and pulled his head down to mine. Then my mouth was on his.

Yes, I was weak. After this, I would buy a T-shirt declaring it. But for now, the only thing that mattered was that I got laid.

Our tongues became reacquainted, sliding, tasting, teasing each other. Unconsciously, I ground my hips against his, rubbing my belly against his hardening length.

Now it was Josh’s turn to groan, but not in a What-the-hell-am-I-doing? kind of way. He definitely wanted this as much as I did.

Unable to wait any longer, I scrunched the hem of his T-shirt up his abs and chest, craving his naked skin against mine.

Clearly hungry for the same thing as I, he yanked the offending fabric over his head and tossed it to the floor. A much more suitable spot for it anyway. My tank top joined it a second later—as did my sports bra.

“They’re bigger than last time,” he said with a goofy grin and palmed my breasts. “Yep, definitely bigger.” He traced a nipple with his thumb, and I almost came at the heated sensation rocketing through me.

“Oh, God,” I groaned.

Did the old man in the apartment beneath mine just hear that? Crap. Now I was providing free porn to seniors.

Josh took my nipple into his mouth. Because I didn’t wish to be rated as better than pay per view, I bit my lip to keep from crying out again. I succeeded. Barely.

I ran my fingers through his hair and lightly tugged the soft, dark blond strands. He growled. The nipple in his mouth ached deliciously at the sensation, while everything below my waist begged for his attention.

My free hand slid between my legs and I cupped myself.

Josh smiled against my breast and popped the nipple from his mouth. It instantly missed his lavish attention. If it could scowl at him, it would have.

“Impatient, are we?” he asked.

I huffed a reply.

He smiled that sinfully wicked grin of his that always turned me on. Surprised that I could be even more turned on? That would make two of us.

“I guess I’ll have to do something about that,” he said. “Is it true what they say about pregnant women?”

“What’s that?” My finger accidentally (or maybe not so accidentally) brushed against my clit, buried under my panties and yoga pants. I gasped.

“That pregnancy makes you hornier.”

“I might have read that somewhere,” I murmured against his lips.

“I have a feeling I’m going to like this part about you being pregnant.” His voice was a warm brush against my mouth.

“I figured you’d say that. Now can you do something about my problem?”

“What problem is that?”

“The one where I’m incredibly horny and desperately need some relief.” I placed my hand against his hard cock. He hissed under his breath. “And from the feel of you, I’m not the only one who needs relief.”

He laughed, the sound deep and husky. “What about the yoga?”

“I’m sure I can survive one day without it.” Heck, I could survive the entire pregnancy without it, as long as I had sex several times a day.

Good luck with that, a voice said, cracking up. Sure, if Josh and I were living together, I’d have sex pretty much whenever I craved it—as long as he was around.

Josh’s fingers slipped under the waistband of my yoga pants, distracting me from my thoughts. I ground my ache against his hand. What? You figured I could wait for him to stroke me where I needed it? Not bloody likely.

Eager for more skin-on-skin contact, I slipped my hand under the waistband of Josh’s shorts. Josh groaned—apparently I wasn’t the only one planning to entertain the elderly man downstairs with free porn.

“Like that, huh?” I asked Josh.

“You can’t even begin to imagine,” he said with a chuckle.

Impatient to get to the good stuff, I peeled Josh’s shorts and briefs down his legs. His length sprang free, proud and willing. I flung his clothes across the room, hitting the closed blinds with them. The white plastic crunched on impact. Oops.

“Fair is fair,” he said, eyeing me like I was a ten-course meal created completely from chocolate. He stepped away from me and sat in the middle of the couch. “Now, strip!” His voice was smooth, deep, every inch a seducer.

“Ooh, I think I like you like this, Mr. Bossy.” I winked, and with a sly smile, slowly shimmied out of my yoga pants. The only thing I had left on was my forest-green thong. My long auburn hair played peek-a-boo with my nipples.

I kicked the pants to the side and did a little dance, knees together, hips swaying side to side. Keeping my knees together, I sat back as if sitting on a chair made of air.

Did you see that? Josh practically drooling?

What guy didn’t want his girl to pole dance?

Yeah, I know. I didn’t have a pole in my living room (or anywhere else in my apartment), and I wasn’t Josh’s girl—but that didn’t stop me from having fun.

I pushed myself up to stand. Who knew all those years of dance would be so useful? Although I was sure Mum would have a heart attack if she found out she had spent all that money so I could striptease for my fake fiancé.

Still in erotic dancer mode, I slowly traced my fingertips up my abs and palmed my breasts. Josh licked his lips, and a subtle thrill trembled through me at the power I had over him.

I lifted my arms in the air, moving to the slow jazz song in my head. I turned around, then stuck my arse out and wiggled it for Josh’s entertainment.

He groaned.

I grinned.

But when you were pregnant and horny, there was only so much you could take before you went up in flames. I hooked my fingers under the waistband of the thong and peeled the material down my legs, still giving Josh a view of my backside.

I could practically hear him pant.

I swiveled back to him and sashayed my way over to where he was sitting. He was still on the couch, lounging back, legs spread, his cock harder than when he had sat down. The man wouldn’t be lasting much longer either.

I dropped a knee onto the couch and straddled him, settling my hands on his shoulders. I was so wet, I wouldn’t have been too surprised if I was dripping on him.

Missing the feel of his lips against mine, I planted a teasing kiss on his mouth. But instead of teasing him, I was only torturing myself. Teasing wasn’t enough. I needed him—all of him. I ran the tip of my tongue along the seam of his mouth. He parted his lips and welcomed me in.

While our tongues became reacquainted, his fingers had a mission of their own. His thumb found my happy place…and his slow, circular caresses brought me closer to the edge. One more millimeter—and I’d be hurling myself willingly over it.

The whimper? There might’ve been a small chance that was me.

His thumb brushed against my clit again.

Okay, that whimper was definitely mine.

Unable to wait a moment longer, I positioned myself against the head of his cock—then froze as I remembered something we were missing.

“Guess it’s too late to worry about me getting pregnant. I’m clean if you…if you want to go without a condom.” The condoms I’d bought at the same time as the pregnancy test were in my bedroom—which at this point might as well have been in the next state over and not on the other side of the wall. It certainly felt that way.

“I was recently tested and I’m clean too.…So yeah, I’m all for going bare.”

I practically groaned at his sensual one-sided grin. I was totally done for. “Bare it is.”

I slowly lowered myself onto his length, releasing a soft moan as his width filled me. Once he was fully seated, I arched back, barely keeping myself from diving over the edge at the sensation of him naked inside me.

I groaned as his mouth found my neck and grazed his teeth against my sensitive skin. “That feels amazing.”

He murmured his agreement, his hands moving to my hips. Getting the idea of what he wanted because I craved the same, I moved along his cock, slowly at first, then picking up the pace—faster, harder.

Then a flash fire to rival all others flared from my core, flooding my body.

I cried out Josh’s name, my soft heat clenching hard around him, and dropped my head on his shoulder. Sweat dripped from our bodies, intermingling as one. While there were lots of things I wasn’t too certain about when it came to pregnancy, there was one thing I was one-hundred-and-ten-percent certain of.

Pregnancy sex was hot.

“Wow,” Josh said, once he was finally able to find his voice.

I giggled. “Wow, indeed.”

“I was thinking we should make this a regular thing. The second trimester is when you’ll be incredibly horny—”

“As we’ve just established.”

“Yes, as we’ve just established. I don’t want you to needlessly suffer.”

I smirked. “How gallant of you.”

He smirked back. “Isn’t it? I mean unless you have someone else in mind. Because I’m not interested in sharing you, Holly.”

Did I want to risk the messiness of another friends-with-benefit relationship? Normally I would have said no—after what happened in university. But the rules changed when pregnancy-hormone-induced lust was thrown into the mix.

Besides, I was a big girl. I knew what I was doing. This time I’d do a better job keeping my emotions out of it.

“I’m not interested in sharing you either,” I said. “And no, there’s definitely no one else. Just my fake fiancé.” And thanks to my current situation, the lie my family thought was true was about to get more complicated.

Josh raised an eyebrow. “Your family still thinks you’re engaged?”

“Engaged and childless. I haven’t had a chance yet to tell them that we broke up.”

“But you’re going to?”

Let me give you some advice. Lying was stupid. There, I said it. If you were going to do it, make sure you had a strong shovel because you’d need it for the deep grave you would be digging.

And thanks to my so-called harmless lie, I’d be busy digging all the way to Australia.

Hopefully that was okay to do while I was pregnant.

Guess I could always check with my doctor first.

“Yes,” I said, “I’ll tell them we broke up. But I’m not telling them about the baby yet.” One problem at a time.

“Are you telling them that I’m the father?”

I leveled my gaze at him. Maybe it would be a better idea to climb off him first—since his cock was still inside me.

I shifted off him and began retrieving my clothes. “What do you want me to tell them?”

“I want you to tell them the truth. All of it. The baby. The fake engagement. That I’m the baby’s father.”

I cringed—because telling my mum that I had never been engaged would be worse than if things just hadn’t worked out between Josh and me.

But—what was she going to do? Go back to her original campaign of marrying me off to Drew?

That would go down well, given I was pregnant with another man’s child.

“All right,” I said, holding my clothes in front of me like a shield. “I’ll tell them the truth.”

Soon.

Eventually.

Once I’d pulled on my big-girl maternity panties.

Okay, back to the initial question at hand—did I want him to regularly service my horny hormonal needs while I was pregnant?

Pros

Cons

“So, is the offer still on the table to fulfill my sexual needs while I’m pregnant?” I’d worry about the consequences later. Right now the baby was more important. Sexual frustration led to stress, and that wasn’t healthy for the baby. Earth-shattering sex was a great stress reliever, and that was a win for Junior.

And Junior’s needs came first.

Josh nodded. “Yes, the offer’s still on the table.”

Awesome. Perfect. Great. “Then I accept your offer.” I turned my back on the know-it-all voice in my head—the one pointing out that I was making a big mistake.