Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27317 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27317 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
Bianca’s giggle brought a smile to my face, despite the physical pain walking was causing me. As soon as we reached the master suite, I set her on her feet at the side of the bed and practically ripped off her clothes.
When she was standing bare before me, my eyes devoured her sweet curves, lingering on the swell of her stomach for a few moments. “You are so fucking gorgeous, kitten. I can’t wait to see this sexy body with a round, swollen belly.”
Bianca’s cheeks dusted with pink, but she didn’t try to hide her nakedness. She looked emboldened and proud of her body, which was a turn-on in and of itself. “Your turn,” she purred as she reached for my belt. But I backed up a step and grasped her wrist to stop her.
Her plump lips curled down into a pout, and I shook my head. “If you touch me right now, I will lose my shit, and I need to be gentle with you.”
Bianca frowned. “Why?”
I gave her a dry look, then glanced pointedly at her belly. “I can’t imagine you’ve forgotten that you're pregnant, kitten.”
She rolled her eyes and put her hands on her hips, drawing my attention to their gentle swell and making my mouth water. “We don’t have to change anything until I’m bigger, and then we only have to worry about pressure on my stomach.”
Raising my gaze to her face, I lifted an eyebrow. “And you know this how?”
Bianca was suddenly mesmerized by the floor, and she was blushing from the roots of her hair down to the tips of her luscious tits. “I…um…read a pregnancy book, and there was a chapter about sex.”
My lips split into a smug grin. “Were you fantasizing about us together during your pregnancy, kitten? Because I gotta say, that’s hot as hell.”
Bianca looked up at me with a sheepish smile. “I guess I was hoping when you found out about the baby that you’d want to more than just co-parent.”
I narrowed my eyes. “After everything I said that night, you should have known better, Bianca. And if you’d stuck around, I would have made it abundantly clear that you belong to me, over and over until it was burned into your brain.”
“I know,” she whispered.
Sighing, I tugged on her hand that I was still holding and brought her in close to wrap her up in my arms. It was difficult to remain angry when she had my rings on her finger and my baby in her belly. “I’m sorry. No more lectures about the past,” I promised. “I’m all about our future from now on.”
She beamed at me, and at the end of my rope, I smacked her ass and gently pushed her toward the bed. “Get your sexy ass on the bed, kitten.” After tossing me a disgruntled frown, she did as she was told.
As I licked my lips at the vision before me, the house phone rang suddenly, distracting me. It was only there for the front desk to contact me, usually because I had a visitor. “Ignore it, kitten,” I rumbled. Then I quickly unbuttoned my shirt and let it fall off my arms to land on the floor. Just as I was moving on to my jeans, the ringing started up again. I cursed myself for not hitting the do not disturb button but figured they’d give up after this call. I unbuckled my belt and yanked it off before tackling the fly on my jeans, unbuttoning them. But before I could pull the zipper down, the infernal ringing started a third time. “What the fuck?” I muttered, stomping over to a small sitting area in the room and snatching the receiver to the phone hanging on the wall.
“The building better be on fucking fire,” I growled.
“Um, sir,” said Danny, one of the security men. “I’m sorry, but you have a visitor—”
“Send them away,” I grunted.
“I tried, but he’s quite insistent.”
“I don’t care if it’s the president, Danny. No one is to disturb me—”
“Sir, he’s threatening to call the police to report you’ve kidnapped his daughter.” Danny spoke rapidly as if he was afraid I’d hang up before he could finish explaining. Which I almost had.
Son of a bitch. “Who is it?”
“Justice Kendall, sir.”
I sighed. That was what I figured. I guess Jonah didn’t waste any time. “Let him up.” I hung up the phone and turned to see my naked bride watching me curiously from the mattress. Fucking Justice. “Might as well get this shit over with,” I muttered.
I stalked to the bed and leaned over to give Bianca a deep, lingering kiss, then reluctantly stood back up. “Stay here, kitten. I have to deal with something, then I’ll make sure we aren’t disturbed again.”
She cocked her head to the side and studied me for a moment, then murmured, “Okay.”