Page 28 of Such A Good Guy

With the other hand, I plucked the salmon roll and popped it in my own mouth.

“You bastard!” she said, her cheeks now a deep pink and her eyes flashing like a queen’s.

She tried to reach for another one, straining against my hold.

Oh fuck, this wasn’t a good idea. In this position, I could feel how easy it would be to subdue her.

“Be a good girl,” I said, the blood practically flooding my ears, my balls now so swollen with the need to put cum in herthat they laid against my thighs like heavy weights. “I don’t want you getting sick.”

She scoffed. “I havenevergotten sick from sushi, and you’re not my boss, so let me go.”

Luna pulled backwards, the motion squishing those gorgeous tits together so they strained at the bodice of her top.

I wanted to run my hand down those curves, feel her nipples and let them pebble under my fingers, encouraging a few drops of milk out.

“No,” I said, the word falling like an anvil between us, as the sweet feel of my power over her throbbed all through my veins and roared in my cock. “I won’t let you.”

“Or what?” she asked. “What are you going to do to me?”

Well, I was at a loss there.

There was no way to express what I wanted to do to her in a gentlemanly manner.

“More iced tea?” I asked, raising my other hand for the waiter.

“Let me go to the bathroom,” she hissed. “When I get out you better be in your right mind again.”

Did I evenhavea right mind?

I released her, bending down over a chair to watch her walk by, because the sight of those little marks on her wrist where I’d gripped her had me almost coming in my pants.

When she had disappeared into the restroom, I slipped a couple of thousand dollars into the waiter’s pocket.

“Don’t serve her any raw fish,” I said, my voice grating. “No matter what she says. And can you bring us some avocado sushi and California rolls?”

“Thank you,” I added.

I never forget my manners. Luna once said being rude to anyone on the wait staff was the biggest red flag possible.

Luna’s face was pink, her color still heated when she came back.

She was fucking glowing, and I knew it was from my baby.

“You look stunning tonight,” I said, but she only gave me and the avocado rolls in front of her a defiant glare.

Dragging my eyes reluctantly away, I headed into the bathroom, my breath rattling in my lungs.

Inside, I collected the basin full of glistening liquid, my fingers fucking shaking as I took the pregnancy test out of its package.

Shit. I didn’t realize how much I was craving the idea that she was pregnant with my baby already. And I couldn’t stand not knowing.

I dipped the white tip of the pregnancy test into the shimmering pool of Luna’s pee, my stomach turned inside-out and twisting with a fierce, urgent need.

Luna Gallagher needed to be pregnantnow.

Luna Gallagher . . .Luna O’Neill.

My mouth watered as I tasted her name on my tongue, chanted it over and over again, my other hand at my throat to feel the silky strands of her hair against my skin.

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