The Billionaire's Unexpected Baby(27)

She sighed. "Because."

"The only question that matters is whether or not you want me. Do you?"

Her eyes locked with his. "You know I do."

That look was like a sucker punch right to the gut. God, he wanted her.  "Well, all right then. Let the rest work itself out on its own."

He leaned down to kiss her, but she backed off. "So, what, you want to go at it right here on the table?" she asked.

"Oh, yes, please." He trailed his hand up her skirt and over her thigh. She laughed and pushed against his chest.

"We're not having sex right here on the table. So move, you crazy giant. I need to get my shoes on."

He gave an exasperated sigh. Not that he had expected her to say yes, but it sure as hell would have been nice.

"Come on," she said. "The baby and I need some lunch."

He captured her before she could leave and gave her a tender kiss. "Your  wish is my command. And then we go home for some dessert."

She just laughed. "You have a one-track mind."       

   





"Hey, you knew this when you met me."

"Yeah, yeah. Now let's go eat."

He laughed and gathered her to him again, kissing her neck and holding  her to him for a few moments. She could laugh all she wanted but if he  promised her dessert, she was going to get dessert. Maybe twice.

A knock sounded and the door opened before they could say anything.

Marcus marched in, stopping short when he saw them. "Whoa, sorry there. Didn't mean to interrupt."

Leah gently disentangled herself, though Brooks wanted to hold on even  tighter. Just to make a point, in case Marcus had missed it.

"You must have gotten the times mixed up," Brooks said, placing his hand  on Leah's back to guide her out the door. "We were on the way out."

"I know, I'm so sorry," he said to Leah, ignoring Brooks entirely.  "Here." He handed a large canvas shopping bag to her. "I've been reading  up and the books all say that folic acid is important for expectant  mothers, so I got you spinach and oranges and a bunch of avocadoes. And a  few other things. I didn't know what you'd like so I grabbed it all.  It's all organic, nothing but the best."

"Thank you, Marcus. That's sweet," she said, handing the bag to Brooks. She reached up and gave Marcus a kiss on the cheek.

"No problem at all. Nothing is too good for the mother of my baby. If there's anything you need-"

"I've got it covered," Brooks said, his fist clenching around the straps  of the bag. He didn't know what the fuck Marcus was up to, but having  to deal with the guy day in and day out was going to get ugly.

It had been bad enough in college, but at least after Marcus had screwed  him and Cole over, he'd disappeared. That wasn't going to happen in  this situation, and Brooks didn't have a clue what to do about it.

The doctor came back in with a disk in his hand and looked between the three of them, obviously confused. That made two of them.

"I just wanted to give you the recording of your daughter," the doctor said, handing the disk to Leah.

"Daughter? It's a girl?"

"Yes," Leah said, beaming that bright smile that warmed Brooks to his  soul. At least when it was aimed at him. "Sorry, I didn't know if you  wanted to know, but … "

"We wanted to know," Brooks said.

"I would have preferred to keep it a surprise, I think, but no matter now."

Brooks shrugged. "Well, maybe if you showed up on time for the appointments … "

Marcus's eyes narrowed. "It couldn't be helped." Then he turned with  that grin that Brooks was beginning to loathe and gave Leah another kiss  on the cheek. "I hope she's as beautiful as her mother." Then he turned  back to the doctor. "Can I get a copy of that?"

The doctor looked at Leah and she nodded. "Dr. Petrosky, this is Marcus  Cassidy. He's … the baby's father." Her face turned the deepest shade of  red Brooks had ever seen and he immediately drew her back to him,  staring at the doctor and daring him to make some judgmental remark.

But to the doctor's credit, all he did was shake Marcus's hand. "Nice to  meet you. Just stop by the front desk on your way out and I'll have my  staff make you another copy."

"Thank you, doctor, I appreciate it."

The doctor waved at them and stepped back out, leaving the three of them to stare awkwardly at each other.

"We were on our way home so … " Brooks said, taking a step toward the door.

"I'll walk you to the car."

"I think we can manage on our own," Brooks said, but Leah shushed him.

"We can all walk together."

"One big, happy family," Marcus said with a grin.

Leah smiled back. Brooks rolled his eyes and started praying for the ground to open up and swallow Marcus whole.

 …

Leah expected Brooks to pounce on her the moment they got home. Instead,  he pulled her down to the couch, propped her feet up on his lap, and  massaged them until she was limp and languid.

"Hmm," she said, trying to stifle a yawn. "If you were trying to relax  me to get me in the mood, you might have overshot your goal just a bit."       

   





"Seeing as how you spent the entire car ride home playing the head bob  game, and not in a fun way, I figured you might need your rest first."

"I'm fine," she said, though her eyes closed before she could finish saying it.

He chuckled. "Get some rest, wifey. You're going to need it."

She woke a few hours later feeling a thousand percent better. He was  right-she had needed that. She went in search of him. She had a stack of  papers to grade and a lesson on Shakespeare to prepare but those would  have to wait. Now that she'd rested up, an entirely different kind of  need was making itself very evident. One it would be much wiser to  ignore seeing as how it would do nothing but complicate the hell out of  things. But that wasn't going to happen. It had to be the hormones,  because she had never felt quite so … horny, for lack of a better word, in  her life.

She found Brooks upstairs in the bedroom suite, at the corner desk where  he had his computer set up. The chair was one of those cushioned  rolling ones with no arms. Perfect.

"Hey there," he said, turning his chair around. "How was your nap?"

"Fabulous," she said, walking straight to him and straddling his lap.

His eyes widened, but he didn't object. Not that she'd expected him to. "Um, so it appears. Have any good dreams?"

She pulled his shirt over his head. "Not that I remember, no."

His forehead crinkled in a confused frown, but his hands came up to grasp her waist. She pulled off her own shirt.

"Whatcha doin' there?" he asked with his usual attempt at humor.

"I'm fucking my husband."

His grip tightened, and he sucked in a deep breath like he suddenly  couldn't draw in enough air. She'd never been a huge dirty talker. Even  if the thoughts were running through her head, embarrassment did a nice  job of keeping it locked away. She had no clue what hormone combo had  managed to amp up both her libido and confidence, but she liked it. And  judging from the new, rock-hard bulge she straddled, so did Brooks.

He fisted a hand in her hair and dragged her forward to meet his lips.

That had probably been the first time he'd ever heard her really swear.  She liked to save those words for when they were truly needed. Like now.  When she needed him inside her so badly she could sob from sheer  frustration.

He pulled away and she groaned. "Are you sure about this?"

She reached between them and fumbled with the button on his jeans,  freeing him from the confines so she could wrap her hand around him.

"All right then," he managed to say while he liberated her breasts from  her bra. He hesitated before touching them, obviously remembering how  sore they'd been the first time. But along with everything else, the  pain seemed to have eased up for the time being. And she wanted his  hands on her.

She took one of his hands and pressed it to her breast, squeezing it to  show him what she wanted. He didn't need to be asked twice. He took  over, his thumbs rubbing across the sensitive peaks. Each touch sent a  riot of electricity shooting straight through her.

For a brief moment, her self-consciousness about her growing belly  nearly put out the flames. The last time he'd seen her naked, her  stomach had only just begun to fill out. Now it was large and in charge.  And yes, he'd seen the belly before, but not in a context like this.

But holding him in her hand as she was, she had all the evidence she  needed that he still wanted her. And she needed him with an intensity  she'd never felt before. She wanted to stretch it out, savor every  second, but her body ached for him.

She scooted closer to him, angling her hips so his head rubbed over her  entrance through the thin material she still wore. Her movements shifted  her panties out of the way and he slipped inside.

"Wait," he said. "What about … "

"I'm already pregnant and you have regular physicals. I think we're fine."