A Partridge and a Pregnancy (Holiday Brothers, #3)

by Willa Nash

“I like your beard.” He nodded. “So you’ve said.” Right. I’d told him that a few times six weeks ago, specifically when those bearded cheeks had been between my thighs. That must have been before the condom broke and his sperm had freestyled through my vagina and into my fallopian tubes where one of them had dominated an egg. Fucking sperm.