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Thanksgiving.”
    “Happy Thanksgiving.” My voice was muffled in his leather jacket. I wasn’t ready to let him go just
    yet.
    “I was worried you wouldn’t have your caramel pie. So when Rush called I figured I better take him
    up on his offer and make sure my girl got her pie.”
    A choked sob escaped me and I followed it with a laugh. “I haven’t had one of those in a really long
    time.”
    “Well, we need to fix that now, don’t we?” he said with a pat on my back.
    I nodded and stepped back from his embrace. “Yeah, we do.”
    He held up the bag he was holding. “Brought my ingredients.”
    “Okay.” I reached over and took it from him. “You can go put your suitcase in the yellow room if you
    want to. I’ll take this to the kitchen.”
    Dad nodded his head and then looked over at Rush. “Thank you,” he said before turning and heading
    for the stairs.
    I didn’t wait until he was completely out of view before I wrapped my arms around Rush’s waist and
    kissed his chest. “I love you,” I told him. Because it was more than a thank you. He had done
    something for me I knew wasn’t easy for him. Rush wasn’t a fan of my dad but he’d put that aside and
    brought him here.
    “I love you too. More than life,” he replied, holding me against him as he kissed the top of my head.
    “I’m glad this makes you happy. I wasn’t sure...”
    I tilted my head back so I could see his face. “I’ll never forget this Thanksgiving. What should have
    been the hardest holiday I ever faced isn’t. You make everything better.”
    Rush flashed me a crooked grin. “Good. I’m trying my hardest to get you so wrapped up in me you
    never leave.”
    Laughing, I stood on my tiptoes and pressed my lips against his. “Never. I can’t even imagine life
    without you.”
    “Mmmmm, you keep that up and we’re going back upstairs,” he whispered against my mouth. I leaned
    back and ran my hands up his chest to gently push him back.
    “Time for that later. I have a meal to prepare and you have football to watch.”
    Rush’s eyebrows shot up. “Sweet Blaire, I’m not one to sit back and enjoy the action. I prefer to
    experience the action. Watching football does not compete with getting you naked and under me.”
    I felt my cheeks flush as the vivid image of Rush on top of me as he moved inside me flashed in my
    head. Yes, I liked that too. Very much. Rush chuckled and reached over to cup my face and brush his
    thumb against my cheek.
    “You look a little turned on now... I can fix that for you. I promise to make it fast so you can get back to cooking.” He’d dropped his voice to a husky whisper.
    My breathing hitched and I managed to shake my head no. I had to go cook. My dad had just arrived
    and Bethy was very likely driving Dean crazy in the kitchen. “I need to get back in there,” I replied.
    Rush slipped a hand on my waist and tugged me back up against him. His head lowered until his
    mouth was hovering over my ear. “We can step into that office right there and I’ll slip my hand up this
    cute little dress you’re wearing and play with your wet pussy until you have to bite my shoulder to
    keep from crying out. Won’t take long. I don’t want my girl needing me. I want her satisfied.”
    Oh God. I was sure my panties were soaked. It was bad enough that I stayed horny with this
    pregnancy. Then add Rush and his dirty mouth to it and I was a mess.
    “Five minutes,” he said before taking a nip at my ear.
    I grabbed his arms and held on tight before I melted in a puddle on the floor. “Not now. We can’t
    now. I have to finish in the kitchen and my dad just got here,” I said breathlessly.
    Rush let out a defeated sigh. “Okay. But damn, I wanted to touch you and feel you come apart on my
    hand.”
    “Rush. Please,” I said, taking deep calming breaths. “I need some ice water poured down my dress as
    it is already. Don’t make it worse.”
    With a soft laugh, he dropped his hands from me