Page 56 of Ambrosia Kisses
"I wasn't bent out of shape."
"You threatened to break fingers if a single cask was damaged, Ridley."
Okay, maybe I was alittlebent out of shape about it. But only a little.
"Do you want to do it or not?"
"Let's do it."
"I'll get Haven and Gabe on it." I pause. "Have fun with…whatever you're doing on top of your desk."
"Man, fuck you," he mutters, chuckling.
I hang up on him, smiling to myself. Maybe Bastian is human, after all. He actually sounds…happy. Fucking weird.
My smile drops when I see Paisley pulling into the parking lot downstairs. My heart leaps into my damn throat as I hop to my feet to go meet her.
By the time I make it down in the elevator, she's already in the lobby. She looks too damn beautiful in a pencil skirt and simple blouse with her hair pulled up in a demure bun. I can't get a read on her expression as she crosses toward me, her heels clicking across the tile floor.
"Hey," I murmur, pulling her into my arms. "How did it go?"
"It was fine."
"Fine?" That doesn't sound promising. Shit. Maybe I shouldn't have asked. But before I can worry about it too much, a bright smile breaks across her face, lighting her up.
"They offered me the job!" she cries, flinging her arms around my neck.
I whoop, spinning her around in a circle. "Fuck," I whisper, crashing my mouth against hers. "I'm so proud of you, baby."
"Me too," she whispers against my lips.
"Are you taking it?"
"Yes." She bites her lip. "For now."
"For now?"
"We'll see how it goes," she says, running her fingers through my hair. "I kind of think I'll probably be pretty busy soon. I may have to rethink things."
"Why?" My brows furrow. "Dimples, if you want the job, I'll do whatever it takes to make sure nothing stands in your way."
"Kids might," she whispers.
I blink at her.
"I'm just saying."
"Is this your way of telling me that you want my babies?"
"I kinda thought I made that clear the last ninety times I let you inside me without a condom. But if you need me to make it clearer…" Her tits press against my chest as she leans up on her tiptoes, pressing her lips to my ear. "I want your babies, Ridley Goodson."
"Jesus." My dick presses against my zipper so fast it should be criminal. And I snatch her up so fast that one shoe falls from her foot.
She squeals with laughter as I storm for the elevator, not even stopping long enough to pick it up.
She wants my babies? Done. Right fucking now.
"We're adding Ambrosia Kissesto our line," I murmur a long time later, tracing lazy patterns on her back as we cuddle on the sofa in the corner of my office.
