When Bianca came awake the next morning, it was to the tantalising aroma of freshly brewed coffee.

“Wake up, sleepyhead,” chuckled O’Grady and she blinked. He was shirtless, leaning over her, a tender look on his handsome face.

She dimpled.

“Quick, to the bathroom, lass,” he chuckled, tugging off the bedclothes and she pouted. His eyes narrowed. Even with the baby bump, Bianca Cruz could make him hard in a minute.

In a husky voice, he ...