Page 39 of One Night Stand

Sure, I thought the same thing, but I felt that kick in my heart. I covered up the disappointment, though. “Shit, I know that, Mia. But you’re the mother of my kid—”

“People have kids and don’t get married all the time!” Her voice was taking on that edge of panic she sometimes had. Her panic, and her words for the matter, was doing serious damage to my ego. As such, I couldn’t manage to hold the pissed off tone from my voice.

“Are we back to that argument? You want out of this, Mia? Just do co-parenting and see each other when we pass the kid off?”

Her face fell but she was completely open, every emotion all over her face. “Well, no.”

“Then let me fucking mark my damn ring finger for you. It’s not a wedding band. But you’re the mother of my kid, and I want you there.”

Mia stared down at me for what felt like for-fucking-ever and finally she nodded with a shrug of her shoulder. Crazy woman with mixed gestures.

“Ok. All right, sure. Yeah.”

“Good.” There was definite satisfaction in my voice. Have I mentioned I’m a sore loser? Yeah, I liked to get my way. “Now, back to our previous programming.” I winked up at her and stood, my body brushing against her belly and making her step back in the process. When I was at my full height, I started to lift her dress all over again.

My eyes were fixed on her tits the entire time, fucking ecstatic to learn if she wore something lacy and fun on top too. You have to understand, my girl was a cotton panties and boring bra kind of gal. I tried to get her to buy a flowery print, in cotton even, at Target a few weeks ago, and she went with the regular white.

But she was wearing lace on her ass.

I needed to know if there was lace on her chest, too.

I nearly swallowed my fucking tongue, strangling Mia in the process because the dress was now up by her neck and head, when I saw what she had on.

My girl found herself a sexy side.

Shit, that sounded bad.

I found Mia sexy as all get out, strutting around with a baby belly that I gave her. She was smart, she was witty, she had class. But fucking A, her in lace was a sight to behold.

“Shit, Mia.”

She wiggled and I shook my head, helping her out of her dress the rest of the way until she stood in front of me in just nude lace. The bra was unlined, unpadded, and I could see her dark areolas through the pattern.

Her smile was on the shy side, but her face was bright with happiness. “I did good?”

“Fuck, yes, Mia. But it’s gotta come off.”

She took my hand and turned. “Bedroom.”

And I followed her. Like a lovesick fool. But my cock and balls would be happy, and let’s be honest, with this view? Mia walking in front of me, arm stretched back so she could lead me to my room, dressed in lace with crisscrossing straps between her shoulder blades? Fuck, she could take me anywhere.

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