Page 43 of Dirty Billionaire

I blink as she places her hand on my arm.

What?

Time. Slows. Right. Down.

My smile fades as I roam her beautiful face looking to understand what is happening as my own shock settles heavily inside my chest.

I’m pregnant.

“Now?” I rasp.

Penelope nods and then swallows noisily.

She’s pregnant.

In her belly now?

Today?

My eyes drop to her tummy, then lift once more, stunned into silence.

I don’t disrespect her by asking who the father is. I already know it’s mine because there is no other answer I will accept.

The world around me becomes a dull blur as I count the weeks since she was in my bed.

Two.

And the number of orgasms.

At least five.

Number of condoms: zero

“Please say something,” Penelope pleads and takes my hand.

Holy fucking shitis on the tip of my tongue, but I draw in a breath, squeeze her fingers, and stare at the woman I just created a life with.

A baby.

For the fourth time in my life.

I wouldn’t call myself a religious man. I don’tnotbelieve either.

But what I do believe is that when you’re being a fucking idiot and not seeing what’s in front of you, life, the universe, or God—whatever—will shove you back on track.

Or into her arms.

I pull Penelope against me, gripping her face, and my voice comes out husky. “What do you want to hear first? That you better fucking marry me or that I’m scared as fucking hell to become a father again?”

She lets out a cry. Tears finally start falling, and I slam my mouth down on hers.

“Where are we going, boss?” Luke asks, and I hear the smile in his voice.

He’s happy for us.

“To Penelope’s.”

The moment we step inside her apartment, I take her in my arms and kiss her the way I’ve been wanting to for weeks. She melts into me as my hands thread through her long, dark hair.Her own claw at my jacket and the next minute clothing is flying around us.

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