A shiver of pleasure ran through Claire Sutton, her head already spinning with bliss. She knew it; Morgan Sinclair couldn't be so heartless to her.
When Morgan Sinclair's hand slipped under her dress, she jumped with a gasp. "Morgan, we can't. We have to be careful during the first and last trimesters. We can't have sex."
"Then what am I supposed to do? You little temptress, don't you know how utterly captivating you are? I can't take my eyes off you. You're going to be the death of me." Morgan Sinclair's voice grew more and more suggestive, leaving Claire Sutton tingling with an unbearable desire.
Her cheeks instantly flushed red. She turned to face Morgan Sinclair and gave him a slight smile. "Even though my body isn't up for it... but..."
"You little minx." Morgan Sinclair poked Claire Sutton's forehead with a fingertip before sweeping her up into his arms and heading for the bedroom.
