Small Town Curves: A Pregnancy Romance

Then he froze and his body jerked into my own, growling when I pulsed around him, intensifying his pleasure. “Shannon, wow.”

It was more than wow. It was the best sex I’d ever had, and best of all?

It was just the first time.

Miles

“Homesick already?” The sound of Liam’s laughter echoed in the conference room where I sat alone. Waiting.

“Between the lack of verbal abuse and your ugly mug, I’m so ready to get back to Texas,” I shot back with a laugh. “Los Angeles is beautiful this time of year, I might never come back.” Except every damn time I closed my eyes, all I could see was Shannon, spread out beneath me as she clung to me, moaning my name.

Liam barked out a laugh. “I’d be worried if I actually believed you. What’s up?”

“Why does anything have to be up? Can’t a guy just call his friend and business partner to catch up?”

“Sure he can, but you’ve been gone for two weeks and this is only the second time you’ve called. So, what’s up?” Liam’s no nonsense way of talking and dealing with people was one of the main reasons I wanted him as my partner.

“Nothing’s up, Liam. Just wanted you to know that we have five more reservations, booked throughout the summer. That means we have to get moving on the obstacle courses and meal plan options. All the things you wanted to put off until this was real. It’s real now.”

Liam groaned. “We’re gonna need more people if you sign clients wherever you go.” His tone was gruff but, I could hear the pride underneath.

“It’s not like we can’t afford it. Ask Grant for his recommendations for the obstacle courses, and I’ll put together a list of guys and girls who might be a good fit for us.”

“You know I don’t work for you, right?”

I laughed and shook my head, turning away from the sun-filled view out of the conference room. “Yeah, yeah. Look the director is finally headed this way after leaving me waiting for nearly an hour. Gotta go. Don’t forget to talk to Grant,” I told him and ended the call with a smile, knowing Liam had more to say and was likely cursing my name.

“Hey Miles, I’m Billy Waters. Sorry to keep you waiting.” He flashed a small smile and dropped down into the closest seat. “I needed to take a second look at some of the footage we already shot to make sure I knew what my guys needed.”

“No problem.” I assumed this was some Hollywood game playing, because several CEO’s had done the same thing. “Did you figure it out?”

He smiled. “Yes. I guess it’s team building in the traditional sense, but the film centres around a squadron of soldiers, and I want that sense of camaraderie to appear on the screen. I want the audience to feel like these guys went through hellish basic training, shared highs and lows. All of it.” He laughed and shook his head. “I don’t need to tell you what I’m looking for.”

“Not at all, but the more you tell me about what you need the more I can make sure we provide it.”

“Honestly, I think a week of being abused by real soldiers is just what these guys need. Oh, and one woman too.”

“SEALs aren’t soldiers, but otherwise I’m sure we can help.”

Billy frowned. “No? What are they called?” He sat up and pulled out his phone, swiping before he stopped and looked up at me expectantly.

“Navy Special Forces.”

“Hmph. Thanks for that.” He tapped for more than a minute before letting out an exhausted sigh and looking up at me. “So, how do we do this?”

I held back the excited smile, it was great to have another booking, and sat a little taller, glancing down at the calendar on my phone. “We have a free week at the end of July, if that works.”

Billy shook his head. “I can double the rate for the week if you can do anytime in June.”

Holy. Shit. I glanced down at the schedule and saw we already had something booked for every week of June. “If you don’t mind sharing the facility and the courses with our security trainees, the second week of June is yours.”

“That’s even better.” His grin widened when I slid the contract over to him. “I’ll have the lawyers look it over and get back to you in forty-eight hours. Talk to Marianne out front and she’ll cut you a booking check before you go.”

I blinked, realizing I had misjudged the man. Badly. “You don’t play around do you, Billy?”

“Not when it comes to my art, man.” He stood, gave my hand a firm shake and rushed out of the conference room like another bout of creativity had hit him.

I stopped to get the check from Marianne and made my way out into the California sunshine, which improved my mood even further. I drove back to my hotel and changed into shorts and a t-shirt before boredom set in. I decided to make my way to the beach just beyond my window.