The Wrong Billionaire's Bed (Billionaire Boys Club 3)

“Pregnant?” Reese stared down at her, stunned. “You’re sure?”

“That’s why I’m tired,” she told him in a dull voice. “And that’s why I’m crying. Hormones, for the most part. So yeah. Pregnant. I guess I didn’t get on the Pill fast enough.” Her stomach was tying in knots of anxiety, and she had to force the next part out of her throat. “I wanted to tell you before we got married. So, you know, you had time to change your mind. I know we were relieved when—”

“Audrey?”

“Hmm?”

“Do me a favor and shut up.”

Her mouth snapped shut.

Reese leaned in and kissed her on the nose, his hand clasping the back of her neck. “A baby, huh?” A wide grin crossed his face. “Damn. I must have some incredible sperm.”

She snorted and gave him a light thwap on the abdomen. “Now you’re just trying to make me laugh.”

“Is it working?” He leaned in and kissed her again, this time on the mouth, and this time with more excitement. “You know I can’t stand to see you cry.”

“Well, I’m going to cry for the next seven months or so,” she said in an irritable voice. “So if you are going to stick around, you might want to get used to it.”

“Stick around? What the fuck does that mean?” He sounded genuinely offended.

Audrey sighed. “It means I won’t force you to get married, Reese. I know this isn’t what we wanted.”

“Audrey,” he said softly, and dropped to his knees in front of her. He wrapped his arms around her waist and buried his face against her stomach. “How can you think that I don’t want you or our child?”

She started to get weepy all over again. Reese was being so sweet, so wonderful. “I don’t know. It doesn’t really match the playboy lifestyle.”

“Neither does getting married,” Reese pointed out. “But I’ve been bugging you to marry me for the last three months. You’re the one dragging your feet.”

She was, it was true. Audrey sighed and brushed her fingertips through his hair. “You’re not upset?”

“Upset? At the thought of little ginger babies? Hell no.” He got back to his feet and grabbed her by the waist and swung her around. “Holy shit. We’re going to be parents.”

“Reese.” She tapped on his arm, torn between laughing and throwing up. “Can you put me down?”

“Absolutely.” He moved to the bed and dumped her on it, and then a moment later he was crawling over her before she had a chance to get up. He began to kiss her with fierce, sweeping movements of his tongue, and she responded immediately, growing slick with desire. He settled between her legs and she immediately wrapped them around his hips, tugging him against her.

“I love you, Audrey,” Reese told her between kisses. “That hasn’t changed a bit.” He raised his head for a moment and looked down at her, stunned. “Holy shit. We made a baby.”

“We did,” she said in a small voice, beginning to feel a little better about things. His excitement was genuine, and his excitement was making her excited. And then she smacked him on the arm. “Ginger baby?”

He grinned and cupped one of her breasts in his hand. “Are these beauties going to get bigger?”

“Yes.” They were already and her bras were fitting tight.

“Hot damn, I’m in heaven.” Reese kissed her again. “Big breasts and anal sex in an airplane on the way to Hawaii.”

She laughed at that. “I thought we were waiting for the honeymoon.”

“We were,” he said, then wiggled his eyebrows at her again in a cocky gesture. “But someone dared me that she couldn’t call her twin, and she lost. That makes me think she wants me pretty badly.”

Audrey gave a soft sigh, staring up at him. “I’ll always want you, Reese. I love you.”

“I love you, too, firecracker.” He kissed her again, this time soft and with wonder. “I love you and our baby.”

She smiled at him, her eyes brimming again.

And then he kissed her one more time. “But there’s no way you’re getting out of this bet now.”

And she laughed.