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Harrison about the pregnancy tests, right?
    “Actually babe,” I say, “I was hoping we could talk about something first.”
    “We have all the time in the world for talking, now that the tournament is over,” he says, “But right now, I have a few other ideas.”
    I swallow a groan. How am I supposed to carry on with this tricky conversation when stepping into the shower is Harrison is the other option?
    “It’s kind of important...” I go on, stalling for time.
    “Not as important as getting to spend every waking minute with you,” he replies.
    I bite my lip, wavering. I haven’t had any time at all to process this pregnancy thing. I haven’t even been to see a doctor, yet. Maybe there’s no use in bringing it up just now. I don’t really know how he’ll react to the news—this is something we’ve never discussed. Best to hold off until I’ve had some time to think, surely. Besides, we’ve got some other pressing matters to attend to just now...
    “Come on,” Harrison urges, “You know I can’t get enough of you.”
    “Oh, the feeling’s mutual,” I tell him, sliding the straps of my romper down over my shoulders. Harrison’s eyes follow the descent of my garment, lingering on my breasts as they spill out of the flimsy cotton, trailing down between my legs as I let the romper fall. I step out of the little pool of fabric and meet Harrison’s gaze.
    I’ve long since stopped feeling self-conscious in front of Harrison. If anything, I’m far more confident when in his company. But now, given this morning’s discovery, being naked before him is a new affair. I have to fight to keep my curious hands from resting on my belly. I find myself wondering, in the heat of this moment, exactly how far along I might be? For all I know, I could be months deep, here.
    “Jesus...” Harrison breathes, resting a hand against the glass.
    “What is it?” I ask, alarmed. Am I already showing or something?
    “I swear, you get more stunning every time I see you,” Harrison says.
    Even through the fogged-up glass, I can see him responding to the sight of me. I grin, delighted by the way I can turn him on from across the room. The swell of him sets off a deep, urgent throbbing inside my core. Warm desire radiates through me, propelling me toward him. I cross the bathroom, letting my hips sway ever so slightly, and pull open the shower door. A wall of hot steam pours over me as I step inside. Blinking into the misty air, my hands reach for Harrison and find him. Our bodies meet, instantly entwining. We know each other so well already. He presses my back against the cool tile, and I moan as his stiff manhood brushes against my thigh.
    I’ve always preferred my showers with Harrison to be a little bit dirty. 
    His skin is slick as he presses up against me, and a shiver passes through me at how smoothly we move against each other. My breasts balloon against his hard chest as my breath comes hard and fast. One touch from Harrison is all it takes to get me revved up. He takes my face in his hands and brings his lips to mine. My mouth opens to him, and his taste lights me up. I let my hands travel down his sculpted torso, my fingertips grazing his tanned skin. He sucks in a quick breath as I trace my touch down past his hip bones and wrap my hands around his thick, throbbing member.
    “Holy shit,” I moan, working my hands along the length of him, “It’s a wonder I can ever fit you...”
    “It’s what you do to me,” he groans, flattening his forearms against the tile.
    I stroke along his most sensitive inches, taking as much of him into my hands as I can. It’s no small feat—as he’s no small man.
    “Just imagine all the things we’re going to discover together,” I whisper, tightening my grasp ever so slightly, “I want everything with you, Harrison.”
    “That’s all I want,” he tells me, “You and nothing but you.”
    “You won’t miss your days as a playboy?” I ask, running my thumb all