Page 199 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 2
“You mean larger.”
“That is definitely not what I just said.”
“But it’s true.” I put my hand on my stomach. “Where do you think they wandered off too?”
“It’s not true,” he said, ignoring me. “You’re not getting larger. You’re growing a little human. And you look beautiful doing it.”
“Try taking me on a sex altar in four months and you might think differently.”
“If you like tonight, I’ll absolutely take you on a sex altar again in four months. And five months. And right after the baby is born. Well…whenever you can have sex again after that.” He pressed his lips together. “How long do we have to wait?”
“I’m actually not sure.” I had done very little research about stages of pregnancy beyond the one I was on. I was worried I’d see something and freak out. I really didn’t want to know anything about the actual birth. It was just going to drive me insane. Just the thought of a head coming out of me already made me shiver.
“Well, now I’m curious.” He pulled out his phone.
I laughed. “Come on, we need to go find everyone else.” I grabbed his arm and started walking. They weren’t by the tennis courts or the pool. Or at the outside bar, which I was a little surprised about. I thought for sure they would have stopped there.Where are they?
“A month,” James said. “Six weeks at the most. That’s not that bad.” But his face said otherwise.
“Not that bad? What is the longest we’ve gone without having sex?”
“I don’t know…a few days?”
“Six weeks is a lot longer than a few days.”
He smiled, one of his cocky grins that made my knees weak. “Well, it doesn’t say anything about your mouth.”
I laughed and hit his arm. “So you expect me to pop out a baby and then fill our nights with me giving you tons of head?”
“That doesn’t sound so bad to me.”
“Hm.” Honestly it didn’t sound that bad to me either. Especially if I could cover him in chocolate syrup again. Speaking of which…I had not done a great job of cleaning up the mess we’d made. Ellen was definitely going to be suspicious when she came to work tomorrow. But it wasn’t my fault that I was bad at cleaning. She never let me touch a mop when she was around.
I should have confessed to James that giving him head for six weeks didn’t sound that bad to me. Instead I just smiled up at him. “I guess we’ll see how you behave.”
He laughed. “And when have I ever behaved badly?”
“Oh, I don’t know. You made a pretty big mess last night.”
“If I recall, I actually cleaned up your mess.” His eyes trailed down my body.
I laughed. “And then proceeded to cover the rest of our dining room in chocolate syrup.”
“That was not my fault. You started it.”
“You started it.” Wait…had he? I actually didn’t remember who squirted who first.
“We can agree to disagree.” His phone buzzed and he looked down at it. “Apparently they found the spot they want to get married,” James said. “They’re out back on the golf course.”
“Awesome.” I walked over to a golf cart and climbed into the driver’s seat.
“You’re driving, huh?”
I couldn’t even remember the last time I drove a car. Ian usually drove us everywhere, and when he didn’t, James was always behind the wheel. And I’d never driven a golf cart. But I had five months to live it up. I wasn’t going to waste a second of it. I smiled up at him, trying to raise my eyebrow like he always did. “Unless you want to race me.”
“They don’t go that fast, baby.”
“Scared?”
