Page 71 of King of Temptation

“What’s that?”

He glances down to his groin and my eyes follow, noting the very large erection already tenting his pants. I laugh as he reaches the bed and I extend my hand for the smoothie.

He pulls it back, not letting me take it as he leans over and captures my mouth in a fierce but brief kiss.

Then he pulls away and hands me my smoothie.

I take it, drinking several long swallows. I hate asking for things, but I can’t just think about me.

I want Leo’s promise about sticking around to be true. But if I take this favor now, I’ll be better able to take care of the baby, no matter what happens. And that has me drawing in a fortifying breath as I lower my smoothie.

“Leo?”

He takes his first sip of his smoothie before he lowers his glass too, his brow furrowing. “You sound very serious.”

“I…” I lick my lips, drawing in a deep breath. “I need to ask a favor.”

“Hell has frozen over.”

I smile, my chin dipping. “You’re not wrong. But…” I draw in a deep breath as his hand skims down my ribs to settle into the curve of my waist. “I’d really like to finish my degree and I’m short on cash?—”

“Done.”

I blink back my surprise. “Done?”

“How much?” He crosses to a small desk in the corner and opens a drawer, pulling out his checkbook.

“How did you know your checkbook would be in there?” I ask, rising from the bed.

“I told you, Roman is ridiculously good with the details.” He takes out a pen, pulling the cap off with his teeth and then starts writing.

“Well, I have two thousand from that first night, so I’d need three more to pay for the class.”

Leo looks back at me with narrowed eyes. “Kim.”

“What?”

He shakes his head. “I’ll write the check for twenty.”

“Twenty dollars?”

“Twenty thousand.”

I nearly choke on my next swallow of smoothie. “Leo, I couldn’t possibly?—”

“You can and you will. Think of it as fun money. You see a crib you want to buy, you buy it. Maternity clothes. Get your nails done. I don’t care.”

“Leo. You’re not my?—”

“If you say I’m not your boyfriend, I don’t care if you’re pregnant, I will put you over my knee.”

I get instantly wet, like soaking wet as I stop in front of him. I’m tempted to say it just so he does it. “You’d spank me, daddy?”

I don’t know why I call him this. It just pops out.

But he tosses the checkbook to the side, grabbing me by the ass and pulling me roughly against him.

With fumbling hands, I set my smoothie on the desk, my appetite for food forgotten.

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