Page 165 of The Games We Play
“Well,” she murmured, biting her lip, “we definitely can’t raise a baby in either of our tiny apartments.”
“Then let’s get a house,” I said instantly. “Let’s move in together.”
She blinked, stunned by how fast I answered—how sure I was.
I didn’t flinch. Didn’t hesitate.
Because I didn’t need more time.
Didn’t need more signs.
Penny Hudson wasitfor me.
“You’re serious,” she whispered.
“So fucking serious.”
I sat up slightly, sliding my hands up her sides to cup her breasts, thumbs brushing over the thin fabric of her shirt. She stilled for just a moment, then a slow, sultry smile spread across her face.
“Well,” she said, her voice dipping into a sultry purr, “that could be kind of fun…”
Her lips found my neck, kissing, nibbling, teasing her way toward my ear. I groaned, letting the sensation roll through me like thunder.
“Think about all the places I’d get to fuck you,” I murmured, my voice rough as I pictured her naked in every room of our future home—her body arched over countertops, knees on couch cushions, back against a shower wall.
The thought alone had my cock hard as stone. But it was the image of her, round with my child, glowing and soft and mine in every way, that nearly did me in.
Her grin widened as she ground down harder, rubbing along the length of me with a wicked giggle.
“Thinking about you, growing our baby…” I groaned, jaw tightening.
“You werereallyhot reading to the kids at the library,” she teased.
I raised an eyebrow. “That’s what you were thinking about while watching me?”
“Maybe,” she sang, then leaned back, placing both hands on my chest with a satisfied smirk.
God help me, I was in so much trouble.
“Then let’s do it. I’ll get you pregnant right now.”
I sat up, flipping Penny onto her back. She hit the mattress with a laugh, and her hair flew around her. I grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head.
“We move in together first, then we talk about a potential baby,” she said.
“Fine,” I groaned, leaning down to press a trail of kisses along Penny’s bare shoulder. “I’ll start looking right after I’m done with you.”
Just then, a knock sounded at the door—firm and relentless.
I sagged against her with a groan. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
Penny laughed, squirming beneath me. “Go see who it is and hurry back.”
“I don’t want to,” I muttered, brushing another kiss to her shoulder before leaning in for one more. “I’d much rather stay right here.”
Knock. Knock. Knock.
Whoever was on the other side of that damn door clearly wasn’t taking a hint.
