Page 107 of Enticing the Fixer

“I want you,” I nuzzle her neck. “But I can’t afford for word to get out that I’m actually a stud in the sack.”

“Yeah….” Her voice is husky as she runs her hands through my hair. “I’d hate for that to happen. I’ve already fought off one crazy stalker.” She tilts her head. “Although, I have no qualms about beating off another one.”

I chuckle and inhale the faint scent of hospital cleaner. It’s not normal to get hard over the scent of antiseptic, but she has a power over me that supersedes typical bodily responses.

“I love you.” I nibble on her earlobe. “I can’t survive without you in my life.”

She convulses against me, and while the scent of her perfume has worn off, I can almost taste her desire for me, and it’s making it hard to remember I’m not going to rip her panties off and bury myself to the hilt. “I need you so bad, Baby. If we were anywhere else but here, I’d have you screaming in two minutes.”

“I know.” She bites on her plump bottom lip, and my restraint nearly snaps. I’m ready to say fuck it and pay off the hospital for whatever video evidence they get of us.

“God….” She arches her pelvis against me and rotates her hips as if she’s trying to find relief from the ache between her thighs. “I love you so much, but I need to tell you something before we get too carried away.”

“Okay.” Panic swells in my chest as I drop her feet down to the ground. I can’t take another bombshell.

She rubs her hands on her jeans. “I’ve got something to show you.”

After she pulls a stack of white papers from her pocket, she hands them to me. The blood rushes back from my dick to my brain, and my breath gets clogged in my throat.

A baby. Fear. Excitement. Concern. Joy. Back to fear. All of them war within me. I glance up at her with the papers fisted in my hand. “You’re pregnant?”

“Yes.” She nods. “It must have happened the first night. I didn’t know. The ER doctor said everything was fine. I’m supposed to rest today and resume normal activities tomorrow.”

“Son of a bitch.” Anger swirls deep in my core and flashes outward in every direction as the walls of the stairwell crash down on me. A baby. She’s pregnant, and that bitch kidnapped her. She could have lost our baby. And…. She’s supposed to be resting. I could have caused her to miscarry. Bile rises in my throat.

“I’m sorry.” Her face falls, and she wraps her arms around her chest.

Fuck.My gut churns.I’m handling this all wrong.“Damn it, Kinsley.”

I grab her shoulders and rub my thumbs over the fabric of her shirt. “I’m not upset about the baby. I couldn’t be happier, but I’m livid that those two bitches stole you and could have taken you both from me, and I’m trying to wrap my mind around that, and I’m not handling it well. Baby, I love you, and I can’t wait to have a baby with you.”

“Okay. I was worried by your reaction.” Her shoulders sag as relief covers her features.

I narrow my eyes. “But you should have told me to be careful with you.” I rest my hand over her belly. Although it’s too soon to feel anything, my connection to her grows stronger. I never thought much about having kids.

Hell, yes, I did. I didn’t want any. The women I knew in Vegas were selfish and shallow. There was no way I would have a baby with one of them.

Kinsley’s pregnant with my baby.She places her hand over mine. “Are you sure you’re okay with this?”

“There’s nothing I want more than you and me forever.”

The door behind her bangs open, and a nurse stops abruptly. “I’m sorry.”

“No, it’s fine.” I nod at her as the cool air from the ER waiting room wash inward, and the voices from the hallway end our cocoon of privacy.

The nurse shakes her head, retreats, and the door shuts again, leaving us alone again.

I’m not screwing this up. I shove the pregnancy paperwork into my back pocket and drop down to one knee while grabbing her hand. Her eyes widen. “Kinsley, I don’t have a ring, and I’ve hidden the truth from you, and we did all this backward, and my lack of attention to detail almost cost you your life. And–”

“Shut up.”

“Yes, Ma’am.” I kiss the back of her hand. “Will you marry me?”

“Yes, I will marry you.”

I lurch upward and lift her up until she’s wrapped around me once again. Her eyes dance with happiness, and my brother is right. My balls belong to her. If she had her purse, they’d be neatly tucked inside.

She waggles her eyebrows. “Does this mean we win?”

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