“If you don’t stop being so damn romantic, we’re going to have a repeat from tattoo night on the way home,” I warned him.
“And that’s supposed to make me stop? Or give me an incentive to ratchet it up a few notches?” His green eyes twinkled naughtily, and he winked at me. “Because that night was hot as hell. It definitely isn’t going to dissuade me when I’d like nothing more than a repeat of it.”
“Stop,” I chided, feeling my panties grow damp. “You can’t talk like that here. You know how horny I get when I’m pregnant.”
“Fuck, yeah I do. It makes me want to keep you knocked up even more than I already planned on doing.”
“It’s a good thing I graduated a month before our wedding, or else I’d have to keep my legs shut around you, force a condom on your dick any time it came near me, or start taking birth control pills. If I didn’t already have my degree—”
“But you do, baby. I waited patiently for you to finish it before I slid that wedding band on your finger.”
“Patient?” Throaty laughter burst out of my mouth at his description. “Telling me you’d give me one month past my graduation to put together an entire wedding is the furthest thing from patient.”
“You’re lucky I didn’t toss you over my shoulder in L.A. and march us straight to the courthouse.”
“Yeah,” I sighed. “I am lucky.”
We both knew I wasn’t talking about our wedding anymore. I was talking about him, and the life we were building together.
“No, baby. I’ve been thanking my good luck since the moment I saw you sitting in my office.”
He bent low and captured my lips in a passionate kiss. When he lifted his head again, I gripped the back of it and whispered in his ear, “And we’re both going to get even luckier on the ride home tonight.”
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My Father’s Best Friend
When Ethan Parker’s investigation leads him to Delilah Brooks, he hopes he’s finally found his best friend’s long-lost daughter. What he wasn’t expecting was to want her for himself—with an intensity that drives him to get her pregnant before her father finds out about the two of them.
Delilah falls hard and fast for Ethan. But she isn’t sure what to think when he confesses his connection to the father she’s never met. Or how her father is going to react when he learns she’s having his best friend’s baby.
Prologue
Bonnie
I stared down at the cashier’s check, the white paper stark against the gleaming dark wood of the desktop. I could barely process what was happening. Holy cow. Apparently, getting rid of me was worth a whole lot of zeros. Despite my shock, anger rose to the surface and I glared at the stuffy man in the immaculately pressed suit sitting in front of me.
“I don’t know what makes you think I can be bought,” I said defensively. “But, I’m not with Sam for his money. We’re getting married, becoming a family, and raising our baby together.”
He laughed and shook his head, then smiled at me sympathetically. “Everyone has a price, Ms. Hart. Samuel isn’t the type to ever settle down. Much less at twenty-two. Do you think you’re the first woman who showed up claiming to be pregnant and demanding marriage?”
I gasped and recoiled in my chair. “I never once brought up marriage, it was Sam’s idea. He loves me.” Even I could hear the note of uncertainty in my voice. Sam had a reputation as a ladies’ man, but he’d settled down when he met me. We were in a committed, monogamous relationship. Weren’t we?
Sam was the most affectionate, loving man I’d ever known. He made me feel like I was the center of his universe. He was certainly the epicenter of mine. The last few months had been a dream and I clung to it desperately.
“Ms. Hart, I’m doing you a favor here. I have no doubt Samuel will marry you and stay married just long enough to be able to easily gain custody of your child when he eventually files for divorce.” He paused and pushed the check a little further towards me. “Take the money, go somewhere he won’t find you, raise your baby in peace.” His voice was gentle but I wasn’t fooled, the snake was poised, ready to strike any moment. “I’ll even help you change your identity so that he won’t ever be a threat to your daughter.”
At my continued hesitation, he sighed and pulled out a sheaf of papers, laying them on top of the check. “This is the prenuptial agreement he had drawn up. I can only imagine that he assumed you wouldn’t read it thoroughly.”