Billionaire Bachelors Club 3.5 : Intoxicated(25)

He falls atop me, his heavy weight a comfort. I breathe into his neck, rubbing my hands up and down the wide expanse of his back, as he tries to gather himself after such an amazing orgasm, no doubt.

Oops. Realization dawns, and I shove at him so he has no choice but to roll over on his side next to me.

"What's wrong?" he asks, sounding put out.

"We didn't use a condom." I slap my hand against my forehead, feeling like an idiot. "God, I'm so stupid."

"What's the big deal? You won't get pregnant this quick," he says, sounding pleased with himself. Looking pleased with himself too, like he always does right after he comes. His hair is a mess and his eyes have a satisfied gleam to them, but I sort of want to slug him.

"There are horror stories out there, Archer. I've met women who after having a baby, get knocked up again within months. Sometimes weeks." I shudder in horror. "That sounds awful."

"What, having another Jackson? That kid is the best." He slings his arms behind his head, that smug curl to his lips both attractive and irritating. "He's amazing. Don't tell me all you want is one."

"Oh, I want more," I tell him, walking my fingers across his sweat-dampened chest. "But I don't want babies ten months apart. What a nightmare." I tug on his nipple a little too hard, making him yelp.

"I'd help you," he says, leaning in to kiss me.

I dodge his lips. "I'd need two nannies at least."

"You don't even have a nanny now," he points out. "You refused when I offered you one."

"I can do this on my own." I've taken a temporary leave of absence from work so I can concentrate on taking care of Jackson.

"Right. And you could take care of two babies too if you had to," he says, pulling me close so I can lay my head on his chest. "You can do anything. That's why I admire you so much."

"Aw, you're just sucking up to me because you might've knocked me up." I gaze up at him. "You're so romantic."

"You're the romantic one." He drops a kiss on the tip of my nose. "Don't sweat it, babe. Whatever hand we're dealt, we'll make it."

I snuggle close and close my eyes, my arm slung over his middle. "You're right. With you by my side, we can do no wrong. Even if that means having three babies in two years."

"Three?" His voice sounds strangled and he clears his throat. "Uh, what do you mean, three babies?"

"What if we have twins next time? They run in my family," I say.

"They do? Huh. Wish you would've told me this before. I might've reconsidered our marriage knowing that."

"You pompous jackass." I tweak his nipple again, earning another yelp from him. "You know you couldn't survive without me."

"So true, babe," he murmurs sleepily against my forehead just before he kisses it. "So very freaking true."