Page 84 of How to Catch a Rockstar

She rolls her eyes. “I’m not putting myself down. I’m being realistic. I’m chubby and pregnant.”

“You are not chubby. Do I need to spank you?”

Her eyes narrow but she can’t hide the way her body shivers with excitement. “Jett Peterson, you will not spank me.”

“You don’t want to feel my hand on your naked ass? You don’t want to feel the sting?”

“No fair. Your voice could make eating snakes sound appealing.”

I grin. I know exactly how much Aurora enjoys dirty talk when we’re in bed. And I plan to use the knowledge to my advantage. It’s only fair since she holds all the cards.

I enter my bedroom and lay her down on my bed.

“From now on, you sleep in this bed. With me. No more separate bedrooms. No more separate beds.”

Her eyes narrow. “You can’t order me around, Jett Peterson.”

I smirk. “Sure, I can.”

“Don’t be a pompous ass. We’ll discuss when we move into one bedroom. You’re not a caveman. You can’t order—”

Her words cut off with a gasp when I pinch her nipple. She thrusts her chest into my hands.

I knead her breasts until she’s writhing beneath me. Then, I stop to ask, “What were you saying?”

“Don’t stop.” She grabs my wrist and places my hand back on her breast.

I frown. “No, I don’t think you were begging me to continue.”

She growls. “I don’t beg.”

I raise an eyebrow. “You don’t?” I glide my hand over her breast down her chest. I pause at her stomach where our child is growing. I cradle the area with both hands.

“Our baby is growing here,” I murmur.

She places her hands over mine. “Yes, she is.”

“We’re having a girl. I hope she has your green eyes and blonde hair.”

“I hope she has your blue eyes.”

“If she’s as gorgeous as her mother, I seriously need to buy a shotgun.”

“There’s no need to flatter me. I’m already in your bed. I’m a sure thing.”

I tear my eyes away from where our baby is growing to meet her gaze. “I’m not flattering you. You are gorgeous.”

She opens her mouth to respond but I place a finger on her lips. “No. I told you before I won’t have you putting yourself down.”

Her face softens. But then she bites my finger. There’s my feisty girl.

“Did you forget what we’re doing here in this bed?”

“I didn’t forget.” I squeeze my cock through my jeans. Her eyes flare and she licks her lips. I groan. This woman is going to be the death of me. But I wouldn’t want it any other way.

She opens her mouth – probably to sass at me more – but I slam my mouth down on hers before she has a chance to speak. She sighs and I push my tongue inside. Her flower taste hits me. Damn, do I love flowers.

Her fingers dig into my shoulders and she pulls me closer, but I resist since I don’t want to squash her or our baby. I will never let any harm come to the two of them. I will protect them from everything and everyone. Even if the person I need to protect them from is me.

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