Beauty and the Billionaire

We both wanted around five kids. I didn’t care how many honestly. I’d put as many in her as she wanted, but my girl wanted a big family. I didn't know I did too until she came along. She makes me look at the world so differently. I’m no longer work obsessed. I’m Remi obsessed.

“About that.” She chews on her bottom lip.

“Out with it.” I give her ass a squeeze as I carry her over to one of the offices and kick the door closed behind us to give us privacy. Something that can be hard to come by with a family as big as ours.

“I’m already pregnant,” she blurts out. Warmth spreads throughout my body. “You better give me a girl this time,” she teases me.

“When have I ever not given you what you’ve asked for?”

“You always do.” She pulls me down for a kiss. I claim her mouth.

There isn’t a thing I wouldn’t give my girl. I’ll lay the world at her feet if she asks. She already laid it at mine when she gave herself to me.