Just like my blood.

Our eyes are locked. It’s just him and me.

Hell, he makes me forget how to breathe.

He rises up and down, his dark eyes locked on mine, and I cup his groin. I kiss his stomach, I run my hands up over his rock-hard abs and then lower.

He’s hardened.

I inhale sharply, and he lets go of the bar and jumps down.

In one sharp movement, he has me pinned to the wall, his hand wrapped tightly around my throat.

His mouth moves to my ear. “Did you come in here to feed my cock?” he whispers darkly.

I stare at him. His knee parts my legs, and he pushes his hard erection into me as he bites my ear. “Answer the fucking question.” He growls.

Goosebumps scatter up my arms, and I smile. So appropriate with the song that’s playing. “Yes.”

He slides his hand up my thigh and slips my panties to the side. He inhales sharply when he feels how wet I am. And then, without warning, he impales me with three thick fingers. I whimper into the darkness and glance at the door.

The guards are just outside.

He works me hard as he stares at me. He has the strongest fingers ever…

Fuck.

I grip his damp shoulders and, oh…

In one strong movement, he lifts my legs, spreads them wide with his strong hands, and he pins me to the wall, his cock sliding deep inside my body.

My eyes flutter closed when he bites my neck.

Goosebumps… every time.

He puts his filthy mouth to my ear. “Feed me.”

I text Sebastian.

Where are you? We have to leave.

He replies:

I’m coming. What’s the rush?

I roll my eyes. I told him this ten times already.

Hazel is only awake for another hour.

We are on a hard time limit.

He replies.

FFS, I’m coming. Around the corner.

I flit around in excitement. We’re going to see Charlotte and Spencer’s new baby girl.

Hazel Grace is four weeks old, and to be completely honest, I’m obsessed with her.

She’s my favorite hobby.

She’s sweet, chubby, and she smells like Heaven, all while wrapped in a pretty pink blanket.

Sebastian’s car pulls up out the front. I grab my coat, run out, and I jump in.

“Hi.” I kiss him quickly. “Took your frigging time.”

“Calm down, woman,” he says as we pull out into the street.

“I told you to be quick.” I gasp. “I can’t hold her if she’s asleep, Sebastian. It’s rude to get someone’s sleeping baby out of bed on a visit.”

He rolls his eyes. “Your obsession with this child is creepy.”

I smirk. “Maybe.” I bounce in my seat. “Drive faster.”

He exhales in exasperation as he glances into the rear-view mirror at the security car trailing us.

“If I’ve missed her, I’m blaming you.” I scoff.

“Babies sleep, April. If you missed her, you’ll just have to wait until the next visit.”

“Less talking, more driving.”

Twenty minutes later, we pull up at Spencer and Charlotte’s, and I practically run inside.

“Is she asleep?” I ask as soon as the door opens.

“I kept her up for you.” Charlotte laughs and passes the perfectly pink little bundle to me.

“Oh.” I stare down at her.

Sebastian walks in and puts his arm over my shoulder, staring down at her with me. “Isn’t she perfect?” I whisper.

He smiles. “She is.”

“Well, she is my child. What would you expect?” Spencer says when he walks into the room and kisses my cheek. “Hey, baby.”

I drop to sit on the couch and smile down at the beautiful baby in my arms.

She’s the epitome of wonderful.

Everyone chats and talks while Spencer makes us tea, but I just stare down at Hazel. I glance up to see Sebastian sitting opposite me, watching. “You’re creepy,” he mouths.

“I don’t care,” I mouth back.

I wipe off the last of my face cleaner and throw the cotton ball in the waste bin before I stare in the mirror. I look at the small wrinkles around my eyes. Hmm, I need some new turbo charged eye cream or something.

I turn the shower on and undress.

“Seb?” I call.

He stays silent, so I poke my head around the bedroom door to see he’s engrossed in the news on the television.

“Are you getting in with me, babe?”

“No.” His arm is above his head, and his eyes stay fixed on the screen.

“Okay.” I shrug and get in under the hot water. He must be tired. He’s been really quiet all afternoon. I wet my hair, pour shampoo into my hand, and I begin to lather it up. Is there anything better than hot water therapy? I really don’t think so.

“Do you want a baby?”

My eyes spring open. “What?”

“I said…” Sebastian is standing in the steam-filled room. “Do you want a baby?”

My mouth falls open in surprise. “Um.” I hesitate. Oh, jeez. “Well…”

Sebastian raises an eyebrow and waits for my answer. “It’s a yes or no question, April.”

“Well… mine’s not really a yes or no answer.”

“Meaning what?”

“It’s a complex question.”

He puts his hands on his hips. “How?”

“I don’t want a baby.” I pause before feeling brave enough to say the rest. “I want your baby.”

His eyes search mine.

I exhale. “I mean, I know—”

He cuts me off by stepping forward into the water, still fully clothed, and he takes me into his arms.

“What are you doing?” I frown.

“Marry me.”

30

April

I stare up at him. What?

“Why not?” he asks. “We both know that this is it for us. You love me and I love you.”

My mouth falls open. “You’re serious?”

“Deadly.” He smiles down at me before leaning in and kissing my lips.

“Seb.”