The Yeah, Baby Series

“Yes.”

Her murmur was so quiet, I almost didn’t hear it. I brushed her hair

out of her face and looked down at her beautifully sleepy expression. “Pardon, sweetheart?”

Her cheeks tinged with pink and I couldn’t help grinning. I’d just fucked the hell out of her, she was sprawled over me, our naked skin practically glued together. And yet, she was blushing. I was coming to the realization that there would probably never be another moment when I wasn’t continually falling even more hopelessly in love with her.

“Yes, I’ll marry you.”

She looked so earnest, I tried not to let my amusement show, but I lost the battle and ended up almost knocking her off of me with the force of my laughter.

Her lips turned down into an adorable frown. “I just agreed to marry you, and you’re laughing?”

I shook my head and winked at her, still chuckling. “No sweetheart, I simply find it funny that you still think you had a choice.”

11

Jax

“Mr. Croix,” my secretary’s voice blared from the intercom on my desk. I needed to get it fixed. I’d fucked Natalie on the desk a week before and knocked it to the ground. Ever since, it seemed to be stuck on the highest volume.

But, part of me didn’t want to replace it because every time it squawked at me, it reminded me of how my sexy fiancée felt hugging my dick, her legs clamped around my waist, and her screams bouncing off of the walls. It was the only time since she started working at Harvey Croix that I’d been able to get her half naked during business hours. Granted it was lunch, but still. I grinned naughtily at the empty room in front of me. Next time, I was going for a fully nude wall-fucking session. Except, maybe those pink stilettos…

Fuck. I adjusted my hard on and thought about case law as I tried to calm down. Natalie had given her notice the Monday after we found out she was pregnant. She earned herself a spanking and hours of orgasmless torture when she snuck away from my office to resign in person. Facing her motherfucker of a boss without me there.

It soothed me a little when she explained that she’d met with Yates and hadn’t even seen Warren. But, I was still pissed as fuck about it three weeks later. I sighed, trying to avoid getting worked up again. At least my erection was gone.

“What’s up, Betty?”

“Your one o’clock is in conference room C.”

I frowned at my calendar, not seeing the appointment. “Was this last minute?”

“Um, yes, Sir,” she answered hesitantly. “Mr. Harvey’s office called and added it about an hour ago. He had an emergency and asked if you would take the appointment. His office said they’d cleared it with you already.”

It wasn’t unusual for Isaac and I to handle clients for each other and since he’d taken back Andrea’s case, he’d passed a few extra ones to me. But, something about the whole situation seemed off. I didn’t have time to ponder it though since the client was already waiting. I’d have to drop in and talk to Isaac about it later. His staff clearly needed better communication skills.

“Don’t worry about it, Betty. I’ll have a talk with Isaac about it. Why don’t you go ahead and go to lunch while I’m in the meeting?” I suggested.

“All right, Mr. Croix. If you’re sure?””

“I’ll see you in an hour or two.” I stood and lifted my jacket from the back of my chair, swinging it around to slide my arms inside. Then I buttoned it over my vest, grabbed my laptop, and headed to the meeting.

When I stepped into the room, it was empty. I looked around a couple of times, but it was a large open conference room, there wasn’t exactly anywhere for someone to be hiding. Walking back into the hall, I glanced up and down, finding it empty as well.

What the fuck?

I popped my head into all four meeting rooms on my way back to my office and found nothing. Right before I turned the corner to my outer office, I glimpsed a tall blonde and a much shorter brunette exit the door leading to the associate’s cubicles.

Stopping, I admired the gorgeous blonde and grinned when she looked up and caught me leering at her. Natalie laughed and shook her head, then waved. She and Eden stopped at the elevators, clearly headed out for lunch and right before the doors closed, she blew me a kiss.

Warmth spread through my chest, squeezing my heart before it burst with happiness. I could’ve sworn I felt the laminate on my man card melting, so I shook it off and marched back into my office.

WHAT. THE. ACTUAL. FUCK????

I skidded to a halt in complete and utter shock.

A woman was stretched out on my couch, wearing practically nothing.

My brain caught up quickly and registered that it was Andrea, showing off her plastic goods, in trashy-looking lingerie. Immediately, I began to fill with boiling rage and my balls basically retreated all the way back up into my body.

Her eyes flickered behind me and her lips widened into what would probably be a seductive smile on someone who still had any use of their facial muscles. “You said some other time, so I decided to take you up on your offer,” Andrea cooed in a sickeningly sweet tone.

Before I could fly off the handle another voice piped up, and I found myself even more stunned.

“You did what?” Natalie’s voice screeched from behind me.

Fuck! Fuck! All the fucks!

I spun around, prepared to face Natalie and explain, but her eyes were glued on Andrea. She patted my butt subtly before stalking toward the couch. I was too confused to do anything but stand there and watch as she glared at Andrea, who was slowly getting to her feet.

Despite Natalie’s height, she was still a few inches shorter, but you wouldn’t know it because her presence was so overwhelming.

“You decided to invite yourself to a man’s place of business”—Natalie poked Andrea in the chest for emphasis—“dressed like a two-dollar hooker”—poke—“despite knowing he is engaged”—poke—“and expected him to what? Beg to fuck you?” Damn. She was all riled up and completely magnificent.

Andrea’s eyes narrowed in irritation and she opened her mouth to retort, only to be silenced when Natalie grabbed her lips and pressed them shut.

“You’re lucky I showed up when I did, honey,” she warned threateningly. “I’m going to let you crawl out of here with whatever semblance of dignity you can scrape together”—her thumb jerked back toward me—“Him? He’d be calling the police.”

I grinned at her words. She knew me well.

Natalie released Andrea’s lips and stepped back. “Get out before I let him.”

Andrea pursed her mouth—I think—and glared at my girl. “Listen here, little bitch.”

I started to step forward, ready to protect her, but a small hand tugged on my sleeve. I glanced down and saw Eden shaking her head. “She’s got this,” she whispered. I nodded and returned my gaze to Natalie, willing to let her deal with it, for the moment.

“You could never be enough to satisfy a man like Jax Croix for long. He’ll come to me when he’s tired of using you as his latest little sex toy.”

Natalie threw me an apologetic frown, which confused me until she pulled back her arm and clipped Andrea in a pretty decent right hook.

The room exploded. Natalie started jumping around and shaking out her hand, Eden was laughing hysterically, and Andrea was screaming with her hands covering her mouth.

I snagged the back of Natalie’s shirt and pulled her to me, grabbing her hand and cradling it in mine. I placed a tender kiss along the reddened knuckles. “Are you all right?”

“What are you asking her for?” Andrea screeched like a hyena.

“Holy crap!”

Natalie and I both looked up when we heard Eden’s exclamation. She was staring intently at Andrea. I followed her gaze and . . . was she drooling?

“Andrea, um,” Eden said hesitantly. “I think your lips are leaking.”

“No way,” Natalie whispered in disbelief. I looked closer and sure enough, Andrea’s lip was busted and dribbling collagen. I clenched my jaw, tamping down my hilarity. We could laugh about it later, right then, I wanted her the

fuck out of my building.

“Yup,” Eden continued cheerfully, “there’s the rest of your lip, over there on the floor.”

Andrea started screaming in earnest, causing Natalie to cringe and cover her ears. I was about to snap at Eden to get her sister out of there, but she was already moving.

“Let’s get you to a doctor, come on.” She gathered a pile of clothes from the floor and took Andrea’s arm, leading her to the exit. As she passed Natalie, she threw her arm out for a fist bump, then kept right on shuffling by.

After they were gone and we were alone, I took Natalie into my arms, prepared to tell her just how remarkable she was. But, she lurched suddenly, her hands flying to cover her mouth. For a split-second, I wondered if she was imitating Andrea, until she tore out of my embrace and raced to the bathroom. I swiftly followed, reaching her just in time to see her lean over the toilet and empty her stomach.

I held her hair back while she finished, then helped her stand to wash her mouth and hands. She batted me away grumpily. “Don’t touch me, you . . . you—giant sperm!” she snapped and pointed at my cock. “That thing better be shooting blanks for a good long while after I pop out this kid. This is the second time today. And yesterday, I even had to leave a meeting early to throw up!” She stomped past me muttering, “Morning sickness, my foot.”

I raised my hands in surrender and bit my lip to suppress my smile. “Are you okay?” I asked after a minute.

She flopped down into my plush desk chair and scowled at me. “No.”

My heart sank. Shit, the stuff with Andrea must have gotten to her more than I’d thought.

“After today, I really want to get drunk. But I can’t, all because you decided to go all caveman and knock up your woman.”

Okay, apparently this wasn’t about Andrea. I circled around the desk and kneeled in front of her, taking her hands and kissing each one. “You seem more upset about your morning sickness than you do about what just happened with Andrea.” I was quite genuinely confused.

“What?” she looked at me as though I was the one confusing her. “Of course I am! Andrea is an empty-headed Barbie, who clearly doesn’t know my Neanderthal fiancé at all or she wouldn’t have been deluded enough to think she could interest him,” she said dryly. “But, the pregnancy stuff is your fault! You, and your giant cock, and your ridiculous super sperm!” She yelled the last bit then looked at the door in alarm, blushing furiously.