Surprise Baby for my Billionaire Boss

She blanched and then gave him the once-over with her eyes. “I’m going to be honest. I’m pretty sure that’s not the best thing you can have in your mouth.”

“First of all, fair point. Second, you philistine, it’s amazing.”

She frowned. “Look, I’ve had calamari, and I know that people give Marylanders a hard time for literally pulling the lungs out of blue crabs before we eat them, but I don’t know if I can do ink.”

“It’s just a braising technique.”

“Sounds creepy,” she said.

He picked up a chunk between his fingers and pressed it to her lips. “Try it.”

She narrowed her eyes at him. “Nuh-uh.”

“Wimp.”

“Oh, I’ll show you,” she said, taking the soft white flesh in her mouth. Jules slammed her eyes shut as she took a few bites and then she started to moan. It made him almost jealous of the damn octopus with how into it she was. “Wow. That was…wow.”

He smirked triumphantly back at her. “I told you that it would be.”

“You didn’t say it was like an explosion of awesome in my mouth.”

“I’m pretty sure that I would never say ‘explosion of awesome.’”

“Well you should. You’d get people to eat these more.”

“I don’t want to share a romantic picnic with anyone else.”

She nodded but her expression became stiff, her smile sliding off her face. “You don’t have to make this more than it is. I understand you have a pretty…I dunno…good setup going.”

“Setup?”

“Carries and Lisettes, and who knows who all else.”

“But I found you no

w, Jules, and I don’t want it to just be today or through the trip or even just casual when we get back.” Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a velvet box. “Now, don’t freak out.”

She gasped but took the box from him. Popping it open, she gazed down at the silver St. Christopher medal. “I don’t understand.”

“He’s the patron saint of travelers. I thought it was fitting for the trip, but maybe it’s fitting for both of us. I think we’re both still traveling in the world, trying to find our place. I’m not sure what I want from my family’s company, and you know that the heart of a filmmaker beats inside of you.”

She slipped the necklace on and kissed his cheek. Warmth spread through him and his length grew hard with lust. “Thank you.”

“It’s real silver, and it’s like a promise. I know we’re just getting into a relationship, but I promise to be loyal to you, promise to give you everything on my end of the relationship. You only have to take it.”

“I…”

He cupped both her cheeks in his hands and kissed her, plumbing into the depth of his mouth and bringing his tongue into a dance for dominance with her own. Her breath tasted of saffron and other spices, and her lips were soft against his own. The sweet scent of lilacs teased his nose. When he pulled back, Jules was gasping for breath.

“I…”

“Just say yes.”

Tears prickled at her eyes and she fingered the necklace, a dark shadow passing over her features. “There’s so much I need to tell you, but I don’t know how.”

“We can get to all that later, just stay with me. You don’t have to move in, unless you want to. God knows the family estate in Northern Virginia is massive. There are wings I’ve never seen.”

“Wings?”