Page 98 of Heart of Stone (Dark Billionaires)

He cottoned on to what she was saying. “Except I never intended to…”

A small smile spread across her face then. “Exactly,” she said again. “You love her just as much as I do. You would have loved her even if she was Graves’s daughter.”

Warren gave a shake of his head. “She was always mine. I loved her from the first. Just like I loved you. And I’m sorry for what I put you through. I’m sorry for everything.”

“Good,” Kate said, with the air of someone completing a long-dreaded task. “Because she’s going to need her daddy, you know.”

Sucking in air like he was taking the breath of life, Warren choked out a reply. “You’re going to let me see her?”

“I should hope so, if you’re going to help me raise her.”

Were Kate not pregnant, he would have swept her into an ungainly circle. Instead, Kate’s giggles filled the room as he pecked a thousand kisses onto her head. “I love you,” he said repeatedly, almost light-headed.

She stilled him with a hand to his chest. “I hope you know that means waking in the night to a screaming baby. And changing dirty nappies. And helping me recover from the birth.”

“I’ll do them all,” he vowed, finally moving down to her lips. She met him eagerly, and he groaned into the kiss, laving his tongue against hers. “You won’t have to lift a finger.”

Her eyebrow cocked. “I’ll remember that.”

“Do,” he insisted. “Keep me on my toes.”

At once, her expression changed into something altogether different. “I’d rather keep you on your knees, if I’m honest.”

Warren’s nostrils flared; a predator catching the scent of his favourite prey. “Are you going to throw me out again?”

“No.” Kate backed away, her knees meeting the edge of her bed. Warren trailed her all the way. “You live here now. I’ve made the decision.”

His lip curled at the irony. “You’re kidnapping me and holding me hostage in your bedroom?”

“I may have been inspired by a certain someone, I admit.” She gave him a knowing smile.

He inclined his head towards the mirror on the wall. “I don’t suppose there’s a room on the other side of that from which you’re going to spy on me when I get changed.”

“Oh no, I’m going to have a front row seat, thank you very much. And do you know why?”

Her heavy-lidded eyes gave him some idea. “Tell me,” he said, his hands still roaming her body, unable to believe she was here in front of him.

“Because I lied when I told Alison my pregnancy symptoms were minimal.”

He paused in the act of taking her dress off. “Oh?”

“I’ve been so fucking horny it feels like my skin is crawling. All day. Every day,” she whimpered as he wrenched her dress apart, splitting it down a seam until it sagged open to reveal her heavy breasts and engorged stomach.

“Oh kitten,lookat you,” Warren whispered, shrugging the ruined dress off her shoulders until it fell to the floor. He cupped a bare breast, satisfaction zinging through him at her moan. “No bra?”

Her eyes closed when he moved to her nipple. “Too sensitive.”

Warren paused. “Too sensitive for me to touch?”

“God no,” she bit her lip. “Too sensitive because the fabric rubs and it turns me on and that’s really not what I need when talking to your family. Touch me, please.”

He yanked his shirt over his head and slid his arms around her, guiding her onto the bed. “Fuck,” he whispered, unable to resist running his hands over her bump as he descended. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

“Even with my very large, very attractive maternity pants on?” Kate said, her face disappearing behind her baby bump as he knelt.

Warren hooked his fingers underneath them, inching them down slowly, building her anticipation. He kissed her bump, resting his forehead against it. In relief. In adoration. In excitement. “I happen to like your maternity pants.”

But when he took them off her…

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