The Baby Contract

I nodded. “Go enjoy it. Just don’t make the water too hot.”

She arched a brow. “Are you having an issue with your hot water heater?”

“No, but hot water, like in a hot tub, isn’t good for pregnant women.”

“First, it’s a bath and second I’m not pregnant.”

“Yet.” My gaze drifted down to her abdomen. Excitement coursed through me at the thought of my child growing inside her.

“I’m going to take a bath.” She gave her head a quick shake, but I saw amusement in her eyes.

“Dinner is at six thirty.”

She waved her hand at me. I wasn’t sure if it meant she’d join me or not.

I entered the house and went to my office. I’d been researching a few new projects on the side for possible addition to my conglomerate. Like most new projects, I wondered if it was something Harper would be interested in spearheading. She never took me up on the offer in the past.

Was it because she didn’t want to be involved in the business with me?

As I sat down at my desk, I opened my laptop, but I couldn’t focus on the content of the screen. Instead, my head was filled with the vision of Anne in the bathtub upstairs. She was naked in my house. My dick swelled and the desire to soap up her body filled me. I could imagine her pink nipples wet and distended. I wondered if her hair was piled on her head in a loose bun. I could undo the clip and run my fingers through her thick tresses.

I rubbed my hand over my dick. “Don’t get your hopes up,” I told him. “Her tongue isn’t as sharp as usual, but she still sees us as the enemy.”