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what type of woman had lured
Paul into marriage.
    “Kids?”
    He pressed his lips together. “Not yet.”
    “Trying?”
    He exhaled a worn-out breath. “For awhile now.” Just the thought of it made him tired. He
was a failure and making love with Sophia wasn’t about making love anymore; it
was about making a baby. It was another chore to add to the list, right up there
with shoveling and taking out the garbage. There were scheduled romps,
ovulation tests, vitamins. She’d even tried to get him to stop drinking for a
while and he had laughed out loud. Like this shit wasn’t hard enough already!
And whenever he dared to throw out the adoption word, Sophia turned to ice like he was speaking in the Devil’s tongue. She was
nowhere near ready to give up. Not yet.
    “It took my sister, Joan, three years to
get pregnant.”
    His eyes snapped back to Rebecca,
forehead creasing. “Three years?”
    She nodded. “They tried everything too.
It was really hard on her and Tyler.” She paused for a sip of beer. “How long
have you been trying?”
    Paul sighed before coming clean,
embarrassed to even say. “Almost a year.”
    “Oh, a year is nothing. It takes a lot
of couples longer than a year to get knocked up.”
    A low groan slipped past his lips.
    Her eyes thinned. “Are you thinking of
taking a break? Because that can sometimes jumpstart
things down the road.”
    He leaned his head back against the
couch and stared at the ceiling. “She will flip out if I take a break, but I
feel like a lab rat.”
    Rebecca clicked a red nail against the
beer bottle in her hands, knees pressing against his leg. “How many times a day
are you having sex?” she asked as if she were enquiring about his workout
schedule.
    Paul shifted uneasily on the couch and
caught Sophia’s prying eyes on the mantle. It was just as wrong to answer as it
was having Rebecca here in the first place and he damn well knew it. “Once or
twice,” he lied, taking a long drink, head already buzzing from too many long
drinks. The truth was he’d been avoiding Sophia in the bedroom, throwing out
the usual excuses: Too tired, don’t feel well, have to
get up early for work, etc.
    Rebecca nodded quietly, studying his
strong profile. “Have you tried doing it upside down?”
    He choked when he swallowed and coughed
into his hand. “Not yet, but let me write that down.”
    She squeezed his thigh. “Don’t laugh! It
worked for my sister.”
    His eyes sobered. “Seriously?”
    “Well, it was either that or the reverse
cowgirl; they aren’t one hundred percent sure.”
    His heart skipped a beat when her
fingertips brushed against the bulge hiding inside his oily jeans. He scooted
away. “Listen, Rebecca…” His words died when she pressed her soft lips against
his. He watched her eyes fall shut and felt her tongue slither inside his
mouth, her sweet saliva mixing with his. A flutter of butterflies launched in
his stomach, her perfume casting a spell he could not shake. Paul broke their
kiss when she squeezed his crotch.
    Rebecca smiled, clearly pleased with his
reaction. “Maybe you just need some more practice, Paul.”
    Frozen somewhere between fear and
pleasure, he watched her slowly unzip his jeans, helpless to stop her, heart
racing as her hand disappeared inside. He inhaled a sharp breath when her warm fingers
coiled around his erection.
    Her eyes widened. “Oh my,” she whispered,
pulling it out. “Somebody’s happy to see me.”
    Paul swallowed against the lump in the
back of his throat, hating himself for even having an erection let alone seeing
it out of his pants. He tried to prevent her hand from pumping his dick but couldn’t
move, paralyzed by her sweet strokes. Rebecca wet her lips, taking pride in the
twisted look warping his face. His heartbeat pounded in his ears, adding to the
dream-like state pulling him in. She flashed him an impish grin and tossed her
hair over her shoulder before bending over into his lap.
    Paul pushed her