Vegas, Baby – Volume 1 Read Online Fiona Davenport

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Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 67644 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 338(@200wpm)___ 271(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
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“I can tell.” He circled his hips. “Your panties are drenched, baby.”

Need wasn’t a strong enough word for the desire coursing through my veins. The chemistry between us was off the charts, and my pregnancy hormones only magnified it. When his hand slid between our bodies and into my underwear, I almost didn’t have the willpower to stop him. But no matter how desperately I wanted him inside me, we couldn’t have sex until I gave him a shock of his own. So I wrapped my fingers around his wrist and squeezed my legs together. “Not yet. Not until—”

His head jerked up, and his crystal blue eyes filled with concern as he scanned my face. “Shit, baby. I didn’t think—you slept like the dead, but you still look completely wiped. Did you pick up a bug of some kind while you were in the Congo? Is that why you’re home early?”

“I guess you could say that I picked something up,” I laughed softly. “But not in the Congo. It happened while I was in Vegas.”

“I don’t understand, sunshine. You’ve been sick since you were here with me?” His eyebrows furrowed and crystal blue depths filled with concern. “And you still went to the Congo? For a whole two months?” He cupped my face in his hands, his thumbs gently swiping underneath my eyes as though he could will the bags there to go away. “We have a doctor on staff. I’ll have him come up right away to give you a check-up.”

When he twisted his upper body to reach out for his cell phone on the bedside table, I grabbed his arm to stop him. “I don’t need you to do that, Drew. I’m a doctor, remember?”

“Of course I fucking remember! There isn’t a single thing about you that I’ve forgotten.” He gathered me up in his arms. “But just because you’re a doctor doesn’t mean you shouldn’t get medical care when you’re sick. Especially if it’s been this long. Have you seen anyone since you got back to the states? Or just a co-worker at Doctors Without Borders while you were in the Congo? They should’ve been able to figure out what was wrong with you by now. What if it’s something serious?”

I pressed my lips against his to stem the flow of words. “I already plan on seeing a doctor soon, but not yours and not right this minute. And no, I haven’t seen anyone since I’ve been back. This was my first stop.”

His blue eyes went wide, even as they filled with a possessive gleam. “You came straight to me?”

“Yes.” I turned my head when he went to claim my mouth again, and he growled in frustration after his lips hit my cheek.

“Sunshine, you can’t tell me something like that without knowing it’ll make me want to get inside your tight, little pussy even more than I already did.” His nostrils flared. “And I can fucking smell how much you want it, too.”

“I do.” My nails dug into his arms. “I really, really do. But I had something I wanted to tell you, only I got distracted by your identity reveal yesterday and then I fell asleep before I had the chance to say anything.”

I must’ve looked as nervous as I felt because he hurried to reassure me. “Don’t be scared, baby. There isn’t a damn thing you could tell me that’ll make you any less mine.”

I took a deep breath in an attempt to settle my nerves, but it didn’t do me much good. I was still rattled when I dove into my explanation. “With everything that was going on with my trip, it took me longer than it should have to notice the symptoms. But as things progressed, I finally realized what was going on and my boss ran a blood test to confirm.”

“Confirm what, baby?” His voice was becoming elevated with alarm. “Nothing you’ve said so far has made it clear to me what’s wrong with you.”

“I’m pregnant.”

A moment of stunned silence followed my bald statement.

“You’re carrying my baby?”—I nodded—“And you aren’t sick? It’s just the pregnancy?”—Another nod—”Halle-fucking-lujah!”

His reaction seemed pretty obvious, but I asked anyway, “You aren’t mad?”

His grin was huge. “Not even a tiny bit, sunshine.”

“Oh.” My head collapsed into his chest as a surge of relief crashed over me. “I swear I didn’t do this on purpose. I wasn’t trying to trap you or anything like that. I’m not even sure how it happened, really. Besides the obvious.” I went into doctor mode, spouting statistics. “But you used a condom each and every time, and when used effectively they only have a two percent failure rate.” I felt his muscles stiffen, and I pulled away to peer up at him. “I didn’t mean for it to sound like I’m blaming you—”

His expression turned sheepish. “You probably should since odds are good that it happened the first time I got inside you. That condom I found in my wallet our first time together? I was so relieved to have found it that I hadn’t stopped to think about the fact that it had to have been in there way too long.” He shrugged as his lips tipped up into an adorable smile as his hand slid down to cover my belly. “But I don’t regret it. Not when you being pregnant with my baby makes you even more mine than you already were.”



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