by Sabrina York
Our first meal at my place—and I was determined there would be a lifetime more—was wonderful. We sat on the patio and stared out at the city, drinking wine and eating leftovers and talking. And then we watched the sun go down.
As the evening progressed, I knew, with deeper conviction, we were meant to be together.
Even when she told me the truth about Jimmy and Marlee and the way she came to arrive at my house. I couldn’t help laughing.
“You thought I was a gigolo?”
“I thought you were a pool boy.”
I struggled with a response, not sure how to take this blow to my masculine ego. “Do I look like a pool boy?”
She studied me. For far too long. “No. I suppose not.” She selected a truffle—the chocolate kind, the ones I’d bought for her, just in case I found her, in case she came here, in case we could be together again—and popped it into her mouth. Her eyes closed as she sucked it. “But the way Marlee described him, tall, dark irresistibly handsome, that all seemed to fit. And I thought I was in the right house—”
“When you stripped naked.”
She flushed. “Don’t remind me of that. Don’t even think about that. How mortifying.”
“I can’t help thinking about that. In fact, I am picturing it now.” Long, limbs, heavy full breasts, magnificent rampant curls… My cock pinged in response.
I was contemplating taking her into my arms and kissing her and proposing perhaps, when all of a sudden she went pale. She flicked a horrified look at me, one that sent chills down my spine.
“What?” I asked, though part of me didn’t want to know.
Her lips quivered as she forced the words out. “Do you remember our rules?”
I nodded. Of course I did.
“We broke them.”
A laugh erupted from my throat. “I’m not the one who brought up Marlee…”
She shook her head. Those curls bobbled. I wondered what my cock would feel like, buried in that silken mass. “Not that rule…” She glanced back at the door and I, perforce, followed her gaze. Recalled the wild passionate taking there a short hour ago. I wanted her again.
“We didn’t use protection.”
And it hit me, what I’d been trying to remember before when she reached down and grabbed my dick and made me stupid. “That was hardly the first time we broke that rule.” Yeah. The two of us. On the sofa. Her foot in my mouth. My passion way out of control. I’d made love to her there, then, with no condom as well.
“Oh dear.” She nibbled her lip and peeped up at me.
“I’m clean,” I assured her. “And you’re on birth control.”
She paled. Looked away.
“You’re…not on birth control?”
“My doctor took me off, just before my vacation. Some stupid thing about my stupid blood pressure being too high. But I do have a clean bill of health…other than that.”
Well, that was good to know.
“Oh Danny…” She stared at me, her blue eyes wide. “What if…?”
I took her hand, a sudden thrill snaking through my veins. A little Paige with wide blue eyes and tumbling curls and that sweet crooked smile?
“What if?” I asked.
My smile snagged her attention. She stared at me for a long moment and then her lips, her sweet, luscious lips, lifted.
Part Three: Danny & Paige & Jimmy
Epilogue
He made me fat.
I always suspected that was his secret plan, what with all the truffles and the pastries and the rich béarnaise. Though there hadn’t been much of that lately. Lately I was eating little other than crackers and peanut butter. And pickles.
It drove Danny crazy, the vagaries of my appetite, but hey, when a woman has cravings, her man had better deliver what she wants. And—as Ethan would say—stat.
I waddled into the kitchen and peered over the marble island to see what he was cooking. A delicious aroma teased my nostrils and my tummy growled.
He looked sexy, as usual, in his jeans, tee shirt and Stud Chef apron. The absolute concentration on his face was adorable, the way he nibbled his lip and all.
I was jealous. I wanted to nibble his lip.
But I couldn’t do that. That would distract him. And when I distracted him, he tended to burn the risotto. And that would be a disaster. I’d developed a hankering for Danny’s risotto.
He glanced up and shot me a smile. “Hey, baby. Did you have a nice nap?” I napped a lot these days.
“It was awesome.”
“Totally?”
I laughed at his Valley girl patois. “Totally.” I leaned closer. Took a whiff. “What’cha makin’?”
“Risotto.” He scooped some up on the wooden spoon and held it out to me, his other hand beneath to catch any drips. “Taste.”
I complied with his command. I always did. Heaven exploded on my tongue. “Umm,” I moaned.
He quirked a dark brow. God, I loved his face. I loved him. “Good?”
“Yes, but it’s different than last time.”
“Someone’s growing a palate.” His grin was wicked. “What tastes different?”
“Is that a hint of tarragon?”
His grin widened. He looked so pleased, I didn’t have the heart to tell him I could see the clearly labeled package of fresh tarragon on the counter. “Must be the influence of my son growing in your belly,” he chortled.
Yeah. He chortled a lot lately. Especially when he talked about the son he’d planted in my—now enormous—belly.
He gave the risotto another stir, tapped the spoon and set it on the trivet before lowering the heat. Then he came around to hug me. I loved the feel of his arms around me. I always had, but never more than now, when they barely fit.
He stroked my tummy. “How’s our boy doing?”
“Kicking.” I wrinkled my nose. “I think he wants out.”
“Mmm.” He nuzzled my neck. “Soon. Soon.”
“I was thinking…”
“Yeah?”
“Names?”
Danny groaned. “Not this again.”
“We will have to name him.”
“Not that.”
I put out a lip. It usually got me what I wanted. In fact, Danny went out of his way to give me everything I wanted. Or needed. Or might potentially someday desire.
It didn’t work this time. “We are not naming him Jimmy,” he growled.
“Why not?”
“Seriously? Jimmy James? James James?” He snorted. “Besides, Jimmy was a gigolo.”
“Jimmy was a pool boy.”
“And we don’t have a pool.”
I nodded. “Yeah. I’ve been meaning to talk to you about that—”
Oh, but there wouldn’t be time.
Because, just then, my water broke.
Needless to say, the risotto burned to a crisp.
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Stand Alone Contemporary Romance
Stone Hard SEALs
Heartbreak on a Stick
Tryst Island Series—Steamy Contemporary Romance
Rebound, Book 1
Dragonfly Kisses, Book 2
Smoking Holt, Book
3
Heart of Ash, Book 4
Devlin’s Dare, Book 5
Parker’s Passion, Book 6
Wired Series—Steamy Contemporary Romance
Adam’s Obsession, Book 1
Tristan’s Temptation, Book 2
Making Over Maris, Book 3
Contemporary Anthologies
Five Alarm Fire (High Octane Heroes)
A Cowboy for Delilah (Cowboy Heat)
Saving Charlotte (Smokin' Hot Firemen)
Contemporary Short Stories/Novellas
Extreme Couponing
Fierce
Pushing Her Buttons
Man Hungry
Pool Man
Rising Green (Horror)
Snow Angels
Training Tess
Trickery
Untamed Highlanders—Coming Soon
Hannah and the Highlander, Book 1
Susana and the Scot, Book 2
Lana and the Laird, Book 3
Noble Passions Series—Steamy Regency
Folly, Book 1
Dark Fancy, Book 2
Dark Duke, Book 3
Brigand, Book 4
Defiant, Book 5
Fantasy (Romance)
Lust Eternal
