{"id":253536,"date":"2026-07-13T02:53:02","date_gmt":"2026-07-12T23:53:02","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/baby-im-yours-catherine-mann\/"},"modified":"2026-07-13T02:53:02","modified_gmt":"2026-07-12T23:53:02","slug":"baby-im-yours-catherine-mann","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/baby-im-yours-catherine-mann\/","title":{"rendered":"Baby Im Yours – Catherine Mann"},"content":{"rendered":"
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She could have been a fertility goddess or one of those cover models exposing her bare belly for the world in a proud display of her femininity. Long, creamy legs with the sweetest dimples on either side of her knees reminded him of how well they locked around his waist, heels digging into his butt as she urged him deeper.<\/p>\n

Now probably wasn\u2019t a good time to remember how the slightest touch to the inside of her knees would stir a moan from her. One of her many erogenous zones he\u2019d had the pleasure of discovering during their long weekend together. Up his eyes roved, plotting the path of his hands over her stomach, to the fullness of her breasts. Massaging her to completion while keeping his own swimsuit in place would be torturous. Of course, pleasuring her would pleasure him very much.<\/p>\n

Waiting with her eyes closed for Vic to touch her, Claire struggled not to fidget or otherwise ruin the moment giving away her nervousness, and an anticipation she hadn\u2019t felt in\u2026well\u2026 Since they\u2019d made love nearly four months ago. She didn\u2019t pass over control often, but this seemed such a harmless little thing, and heaven help her, she wanted his hands on her body again, even if just to smooth on sunscreen.<\/p>\n

\u201cUh, Vic? Are you still there?\u201d \u201cVery much so,\u201d his voice rumbled through her heightened senses. \u201cI\u2019m going to touch your face first, so don\u2019t open until I\u2019m done.\u201d Still resting on her elbows, she tipped her face toward him, sun casting an orange glow behind her lids, then darkening as Vic moved closer. His callused fingers slid over her cheeks, up to her temples, massaging as well as spreading the protective lotion with slow deliberation.<\/p>\n

Down her neck.<\/p>\n

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\u201cAh, hell, it broke.\u201d The second the stunned words fell out of Vic Jansen\u2019s mouth he wanted to recall them for something more composed. But what was the mannerly way to tell the naked woman straddling his lap that their birth control had suffered a catastrophic failure? This wasn\u2019t supposed to happen to two over-thirty adults.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat do you mean, it broke?\u201d Claire\u2019s horrified whisper steamed over his chest as they sat tangled together. The steamy gust stirred a fire down south when he should have been long past recovery after their weekend of marathon sex. Lifting her off and to the side, Vic squinted in the darkness to see his friend of six months and lover of three days.<\/p>\n

Years of veterinary practice had prepped him for hostile horses and spitting-mad cats, but at the moment he felt damned unprepared to cope with Claire McDermott and a possible pregnancy. Coping with memories of the daughter he\u2019d lost proved even tougher. He shoved aside images of pigtails, Barbie dolls\u2014funeral wreaths. \u201cExactly what I said.\u201d He swiped a wrist across his forehead, flinging aside sweat in spite of the forty-degree weather of a southern January evening. \u201cThe condom tore.\u201d \u201cThere\u2019s absolutely no way it should have broken.\u201d<\/p>\n

Panic pitching her voice higher, breathier, Claire snatched her dress from beside her feet and clutched it to her bare breasts he wanted to unveil and kiss all over again. \u201cI know they only have a ninety-six percent reliability factor, but that four percent encompasses idiots who don\u2019t know how to use the things.\u201d \u201cWell, lady, tonight we two idiots just blew those stats right out of the water\u2014as it were.\u201d Vic gripped the steel rim of the bass boat, the plastic fishing chair chilling his skin.<\/p>\n

\u201cBe still, will ya? You\u2019re going to tip us over.\u201d Claire puffed a breath of air upward, blowing away a lank lock dangling in her face, puffed again, then finally combed shaking fingers through her tousled caramel-colored hair. He couldn\u2019t let himself think about threading his hands through her silky strands as he held her curvy body against his or he would lose his focus. She untangled a gelatinous lure and flicked it onto the tackle box.<\/p>\n

\u201cAre you sure you didn\u2019t catch the condom on a hook or something?\u201d \u201cJeez, Claire.\u201d Vic clasped her shoulders, her soft scented skin sending a fresh jolt of heat through him. \u201cDon\u2019t you think I would know if I had a hook in it?\u201d \u201cGood point.\u201d<\/p>\n

She dodged the cooler, leaning over the seat, which displayed a flash of tempting flesh before she straightened, her lacy bra and panties in hand. \u201cThat\u2019s the last time you get to supply birth control.\u201d \u201cI feel compelled to point out that it\u2019s one I snagged from your bedside table\u2014\u201d he tugged on his jeans \u201c\u2014since we\u2019d used up mine.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

This is a short excerpt from the opening of “” by Unknown, quoted for review and introduction purposes. All rights belong to the copyright holders.<\/em><\/p>\n

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