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that. And when I found out you were pregnant, I thought, all you wanted was the baby because then you could go to the press and the tabloids would pay you so much more than the contract we had offered you. I thought you were just like Aurora, out to get whatever you could.”
    He kissed me again as my mind whirled, trying to figure out what I’d done to make him think those things. I left, yes, but it was never my intention to do anything to hurt him. Why would he think…but, of course, that was what people did to a man like Nicolas. They took what they could from him and rarely gave anything back.
    “I would never intentionally hurt you.”
    “I know that now,” he whispered against my throat. “How could you go through what you did and have those kinds of thoughts in the back of your mind? You could have died the night the babies were born. You were bleeding so badly…” His voice shook as he said it. “And then, when you woke, the only thing you wanted to know was how the babies were. You never asked about yourself, never complained about the pain, never asked for sympathy. All you wanted was to know how the babies were. And that’s when I realized that they were always your priority. That everything you’ve done, everything that’s happened, you did it all for them.”
    “For you.”
    He groaned, his mouth sliding over my jaw, searching for my lips.
    “How could I have ever doubted you? How could I imagine you could be like the rest of them?”
    He kissed me deeply, tugging me so close that it felt as though he was trying to merge our bodies the way our souls had already mingled with every touch. He lowered me carefully to the bed, his mouth moving from mine to my throat, my breasts, to the very top of my rounded belly. He tugged at my shorts, pulling them from my body again, his mouth exploring every inch of flesh between my navel and my thighs. And then he found my clit, his tongue teasing it just before his teeth emerged, drawing it into his mouth so he could suck at it. I arched my back, the pleasure that rushed through my body pushing me so close to that cliff that I thought for a moment that he would push me over with just that one touch. But then he released my clit and moved lower, his tongue tasting the flavors of our earlier rendezvous.
    I couldn’t stand it. I reached for him and tugged at his hair, pulling him back up the length of my body. He came quite willingly, his hands exploring my thighs, my ribs, my overflowing breasts. And then he was inside of me and we were rocking together in a rhythm that was ours. I pulled at his ass, drew him closer, deeper, my mind a kaleidoscope of pleasure that seemed never-ending. He moaned like I’d never heard him do before, his voice growing hoarse as we sailed toward ecstasy together.  He swelled, his orgasm so intense that I could almost feel every twitch of his amazing cock. And that set off my moment, sending waves of intensity from the tips of my toes to the roots of my hair.
    “I love you,” I whispered against his ear as the waves settled and our breathing slowly returned to normal. “I’ve always loved you.”
     

Chapter 8
     
    I couldn’t imagine life getting any better.
    Vivienne took to the breast like a champ. Even though she was still so tiny—barely five pounds—and she still had to wear an oxygen cannula most of the time and there was a monitor that alarmed if she stopped breathing while she was sleeping—she was allowed to come home a month after she was born. The nurses said her progress was phenomenal. They credited it to Nicolas and my daily visits.
    I thought, however, that it had more to do with her own fighting spirit and my mom, watching from heaven.
    I loved having her home. It was so much work, keeping up with two newborns. But Nicolas was there most of the time. His last project wrapped while I was in the hospital and he had yet to commit to another. And, with his legal troubles behind him—except, of course,