“What a bitch!” I move to wiggle away, needing to pace. This is over the top. How dare she fuck with my career?
“I wish it hadn’t come to this, but we knew she was vindictive.” He’s barely holding in his rage, and I know it’s up to me to calm us both.
I run my hands through his hair, as he’s done to me all these years, hoping it has the same effect. He avoids my eyes for a few minutes then focuses on me.
“She’s not going to get away with this. I’m not sure how to go forward while she’s still pregnant, but as soon as the baby’s born, I’m taking everything to court.”
/>
“Okay,” I agree.
“She’s not getting away with this,” he repeats, and I think it’s more for him than me.
“What can I do?”
“You’re doing it. Listening to me, holding me, loving me…That’s all I can ask for.”
“It doesn’t seem like enough.”
His eyes rise to mine, and their pain is crippling. When I thought I couldn’t hate her more, she continues to prove me wrong.
“I may have some good news.” I try to sound cheery.
“I need good news.”
“Your mom came to the hospital and had lunch with me today.”
“That’s not unusual.” He chuckles. “Did she want to try and change the menu again for the engagement party?”
“Nope, she brought magazines for us to pick out baby furniture. I thought we could finally discuss the nursery, considering it’s a priority.”
A light flickers in his eyes, and his lips start to twitch. “Nursery furniture?”
I nod.
“Did you find something you like? Something safe?” He leans down on each side of the chair, putting the bottle and the glass on the ground.
I nod again, this time a bit more enthusiastically.
“Get it. I trust you.” The familiar gleam starts to shine in his eyes.
“Don’t you want to see it? Know what it costs?”
“Nope, you have my credit card. Charge it and have it rushed. We’ll set up the room as soon as possible.”
“That was simple,” I mutter, right as he starts to nibble a path along my earlobe and jawline.
“Right now, I want to fuck my gorgeous fiancée.”
“Now? I thought you were upset.”
“I was, and then you swooped in and made everything better, like you always do. So now, I want to show you my appreciation. Right here on this balcony.”
A delicious shiver runs down my spine, and I’m instantly turned on. My body sizzles with excitement. “Right here?”
His hands skim up my sides, taking my top upward with them. “Right here. In the open. I want you to ride my cock until I make you scream. Would you like that?” His voice is husky and laced with raw sex appeal.
“Yes.” The answer comes out in a rasp.