Chapter 61

Amaya had been a fool to consider letting him share the bed. With the longing look he cast at the bed, she wouldn’t have much choice.

"Amaya, as attractive as you look in the contraception-on-legs robe, this bed is big enough to fit four people. I’m sure we can share without getting into too much trouble."

"Ok. But where is my son?"

"Don't worry about him; Mary and Tyler took him with their twin, and the nanny was with them."

"Okay."

She almost would have believed him if the last few tension-filled minutes hadn’t happened. They might’ve agreed to a sex-free wedding night, but, with her belly tumbling with nerves, her skin prickling with heat, and the rest of her buzzing from repressed need, she knew trouble was only a tumble in the sack away.

But what choice did she have? She couldn’t subject him to a sleepless night; it just wouldn’t be fair. Or mature.

She could do this. Sharing a bed with Chase would be like having a friend over for a slumber party. And guaranteed she’d be the one