Page 58 of Crazy Imperfect Hearts

Now that that’s out of the way, I’m once again amazed by Regan. By her ability to adapt. To listen to reason. To compromise. I guess it shouldn’t surprise me, though. She’s definitely a go-with-the-flow type of person. And for sure not as stubborn as a lot of women I’ve dated.

You’re not dating.

It’s a fact I’ve had to remind myself of for weeks. In all honesty, however, whatever this is—it’s notnotdating. It’ssomething. I just can’t put my finger on what it truly is.

“What made you choose the name Mitch?” she asks.

I shrug. “Just pulled it out of thin air.”

“Mitchell Montana.”

She says it like she’s trying it on for size. And I really like the way it sounds. “Has a nice ring to it, doesn’t it? And how about Mitchell Lucas Montana? That way he has your name too.”

She cracks a grin then flops back on the bed, her eyes fixated on the ceiling. “Did we really just name our kid? I still can’t believe we’re doing this.” But then, she cocks her head. “Wait. If the baby’s name is Mitchell Lucas Montana, he’s gettingbothof your names. I know that’s not why you chose it, but it’s how people will see it.”

“So now you don’t want his middle name to be your last name because it’s my first name?”

“I don’t know.”

“What if it’s a girl?”

Her head shakes. “I don’t think it will be. I’ve never thought of myself as someone who would be a good girl mom.”

I chuckle. “Says the woman who owns a boutique with a lot of froufrou clothes. Come on, let’s think of some.”

She looks away. “I don’t want to. I think we should just wait and make sure this even happens. I don’t want to jinx it.”

“You believe coming up with names will jinx it?”

She shrugs.

“Okay then.” I take the opportunity as I see it, and crawl on top of her. “We’ll come up with a girl name later. Right now, it’s time for me to make a deposit.”

She pushes my chest. “Can you get the light?”

I don’t want to, but I don’t refuse. I’ve won one battle today, I don’t need to enter into another. But one of these days, I’m going to leave the light on. One of these days she’s going to let me see her totally naked. My pants tighten at the thought.

When I turn back, she’s already undone the first two buttons of her top.

“Hey,” I say, striding over. “You’re taking half the fun out of it. Who wants to get an unwrapped birthday present?”

Light from the hallway illuminates her expression. “This isn’t supposed to be fun, Lucas. It’s a business transaction.”

I chuckle. “Regan, if you don’t go into a business meeting prepared, you’ll never get what you want.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

I unbuckle my belt. “It means if I’m not prepared—and by that I mean if I’m not properly stimulated enough to get a full-on stiffy, and ifyou’renot prepared—and by that I mean if you’re not turned on enough to be lubricated so you can take said stiffy—we might as well fold our cards right now.”

When I unbutton my shirt, her eyes are glued to my lower abs. I take it off and drape it over a chair, slip out of my Ferragamo loafers, then remove my pants. With the way she’s staring at my package, I know it won’t be long before I’m hard.

I strip out of my boxer briefs and stand so I’m all full frontal in the dim light. I sway my hips back and forth to get some momentum going then helicopter my cock around a couple times.

She giggles at the sight. “Dinneranda show. You really know how to treat a girl.”

I laugh. Then I takethe showa step further, palming my dick and giving it a few tugs.

Her breath hitches.

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