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“There’s a huge ass spider in there, like the size of my freaking head. And I’m pretty sure it has babies.”
“What?”
“A spider! Lincoln, go kill it!” She breaks our contact and shoves me toward the bathroom door. “Go, please!”
Stifling my laugh, I do as she says and head into the bathroom with her following behind. I immediately spot the spider in the corner of the shower and, with balled up toilet paper, smash it and drop it into the toilet, flushing it straight to hell.
The second it’s gone, Ellie breathes a sigh of relief. Then, as if suddenly realizing that in her moment of panic she ran out naked, she glances down at herself and then up at me, her cheeks flush and eyes wide.
She attempts to cover her breasts and pussy the best she can, but it’s too late. I’ve already seen her. And fuck if I don’t want her. She’s still dripping wet, and all I can think about is drying her off inch by inch with my tongue.
My brain tells me to run, but every other part of me begs me to stay. I’m unsure which way to go, until Ellie sucks her bottom lip into her mouth as her hooded emerald eyes rake over my wet shirt that’s clinging to my upper torso. Decision made.
Without giving myself time to change my mind, I bridge the gap between us, but I don’t need to go far because Ellie does the same, meeting me halfway. Our bodies and mouths collide, and I lift her onto the counter, stepping between her parted thighs, ready to devour her in this bathroom.
And then the doorbell rings throughout the penthouse.Fuck.
“I better go get that,” I murmur, stepping back and refusing to make eye contact with the woman who’s supposed to be prohibited but who I still almost fucked again.
Without waiting for her to respond, I hightail it out of the bathroom and head straight to the door, pulling it open without considering how I might look.
Well, in hindsight, I should’ve considered it because when the door flies open, standing on the other side are none other than Michael and Donna Alexander, my parents.
“Why are you soaked?” Dad asks, stepping around me.
“You look flushed, honey,” Mom says, pressing her palm to my cheek. “Are you coming down with that bug the girls had?”
“What? No, I’m fine,” I tell them, closing the door behind me. I glance down the hall, praying Ellie stays in her room until I can tell them about her. Because one look at her swollen belly and they’re going to know I knocked up the woman they view as family.
“What are you guys doing here?” I blurt out, making Mom frown. “I thought you weren’t coming home for a couple more weeks.”
“We decided to fly home in time for London’s party,” Mom says, having a seat on the couch. “Got in this morning.”
“And you came straight here?”
“You’ve been acting strange,” Dad says. “Your mother is concerned.”
“I’m—”
There’s a bang and then a “Shit! Ow, ow, ow!” And without thought, I run straight to Ellie’s room, concerned she—or the baby—is hurt.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, when I find her sitting on the bed, her face etched in pain—and thankfully dressed. Her hand is holding her side, and there are tears in her eyes.
“I tripped and hit my side on the corner of the dresser.” I kneel in front of her and lift her top, exposing the area already bruising on her side.
“Should we go to the hospital?” I ask.
“No, it just hurt really freaking bad.”
“Oh, Ellie, what are you doing here?” my mom asks.
Out of shock, we both stand at the same time, and because I had lifted her shirt up, her round belly is still showing.
“Oh my God!” Mom gasps. “Are you pregnant?”
Dad steps into the room, next to mom, his gaze flicking from Ellie to me. “Son, don’t tell me...”
“Is this why you’ve been acting so weird?” Mom says. “Ellie’s staying with you?”
