Emily puffed out a breath, convinced he’d spent years studying the art of driving women to the brink of losing control in public. Full bladder a distant memory, Emily brought her gaze to his, her ear desperately missing his teeth. “Stone,” she said slowly. Now she’d play his game, knowing she could drive him as physically crazy as he did her. “I like anything…hard.” Gavin’s eyes honed in on her lips, so she puckered them, feeling high as she watched his pupils dilate with l.u.s.t. Oh yes, she had him. “Not that brick isn’t… hard, but if I’m not mistaken, and I could be, so forgive me if so, but isn’t stone… harder… much… harder than brick?”
Gavin flicked his gaze from her lips to her eyes, a smirk spreading across his face. “I know what you’re doing.”
“Oh, do you?” Deadpanned, Emily stared at her nails, trying for disinterest. “Am I doing it well?”
“Very,” Gavin whispered, leaning closer. “And if you keep doing it this well, we’re about to leave so I can show you how well I can do it. But I won’t hold any punches, Miss Cooper. I’ll be relentless, only stopping once you beg me to.”
Emily smiled and puckered her lips again. “Do you like when I beg?”
“Is that your question for the game?” Gavin’s gaze drifted from her saucy eyes to her lips. d.a.m.n her. She was getting good at this s.h.i.+t. “You only get one. Choose wisely.”
“Yes, that’s my question for the game.” Emily sighed and crossed her legs. “Now answer the question, Mr. Blake. Do. You. Like. When. I. Beg?”
With the answer on the tip of his tongue, which he wished was gliding along Emily’s body, the receptionist opened the door and called Emily’s name.
Emily giggled as she watched Gavin stand and adjust his pants. Unable to help it, she giggled all the way into the back office.
After turning on a sonogram machine, flipping off the lights, and draping an exam sheet over a less-than-comfortable-looking table, Unprofessional Hair-flipper turned to Emily. “I need you to unzip your jeans, pull them down just below your pubic bone, and lay down for me.”
Taking a seat next to the table, Gavin lifted a brow, a slow smirk curling his lips as he watched Emily do as she was told. “This might turn out to be a little more entertaining than I antic.i.p.ated. My stone is very hard right now.”
Emily’s eyes landed on the girl, who was blus.h.i.+ng a deep shade of crimson, as she hopped onto the table. s.h.i.+mmying in an effort to get comfortable, Emily looked at Gavin and belted out a laugh. “Leave it to you to continue getting s.e.xual in a doctor’s office after you lost at your own game.”
Gavin shrugged. “The game will resume once we leave, and I never claimed to have limits when it comes to women who love stone over brick.”
Wide-eyed and staring at Gavin, the unnamed blonde cleared her throat. “Dr. Richards will be right in.” She hurried out of the darkened office.
Smiling, Emily shook her head. “You scared her off.”
Gavin leaned forward, propping his elbows on his knees. “I turned her on.”
“Oh my G.o.d. Could you be a little more conceited?”
Another casual shrug. “I call it self-a.s.sured.”
Emily rolled her yes. “You also said you weren’t a stalker, and now look at us.”
“You’ve rendered me speechless, and that doesn’t happen all too often.” Gavin chuckled. “I couldn’t conjure a comeback if I wanted.”
Emily grinned, and a moment later, the doctor breezed through the door, his tall, lengthy build towering over Emily as he approached. Clipboard in hand, he slid his gla.s.ses up the bridge of his nose and looked at Emily, the wrinkles under his eyes pulling together as he smiled “Good to see you again, Miss Cooper.”
“h.e.l.lo, Dr. Richards.”
“I see you took two pregnancy tests that came out positive, but you’re not quite sure as to when your last period was.” Emily nodded. He placed the clipboard on a counter, washed his hands, and slid on a pair of gloves. Reaching for a small white bottle, he gave it a good shake. “A little cold,” he warned, squirting a blob of aqua gel onto Emily’s stomach. She jumped and s.h.i.+vered when it hit her. The doctor looked at Gavin as he started pressing what looked like a microphone against the gel. “Father?”
With a weak smile, Gavin flicked his eyes to Emily. His heart sank a bit as he watched her s.h.i.+ft uncomfortably. Reaching for her hand, he threaded his fingers through hers and pulled his chair closer.
“He might be the father. We wanted to speak to you about that,” Emily started, glancing at Gavin. She s.h.i.+fted again, not only from the awkwardness of the situation but from the amount of pressure the doctor was putting on her lower stomach. “I’m… not really sure who the father is. I did some quick research online regarding amniocentesis, but I read there’s some risk.”
Whoosh…
The doctor cleared his throat. “I see. Yes, there’s some risk to the amniocentesis, however, if done properly…”
Whoosh…Whoosh…
“The benefits can outweigh the risks in some cases…”
Whoosh… Whoosh… Whoosh…
“Especially in a situation like the one you’ve found yourselves in.”
Whoosh…Whoosh…Whoosh…Whoosh….
“What’s that sound?” Gavin asked, his eyes darting between the doctor and the black and white glowing monitor.
“That’s the heartbeat of your… of the baby.” The doctor twirled a few k.n.o.bs on the machine. Pointing to the screen, he brought his eyes to Gavin’s. “And that little dot right there is the baby.”