Page 66 of Only for Tonight
I gasp and put a hand to my chest, as if he just insulted me. “I most certainly do not.” His eyebrows pinch together. “These”—I point to my tits—“are definitely not the same.”
He smirks, winking. “Those are even better now. They were phenomenal before but now,” he growls, coming into the closet with me, bending and taking them in his hands. “Now they are a work of art.” He squeezes them together. “Do you want me to show you how much I love them?”
“Absolutely,” I start to say and his smile fades.
“You better not fucking say the word not after that.” He makes me laugh and I push him away from me, and he grabs my hand and brings it to his cock. “See how much I love them?”
“That isn’t helping. Look,” I say, turning to the side, “look at this.” I point to my little stomach that I just noticed this morning. “It’s getting?—”
“Baby.” He comes to me, his voice soft. “You’re growing our baby in there.” He puts his hand on the little bump, that if I’m honest, looks like I’m going to have my period. Even the scale shows me at the same weight I was three months ago, which is strange since I think I gained ten pounds in each breast.
“That isn’t what you are supposed to say,” I groan. “You are supposed to say that it doesn’t even show.”
“Well, it doesn’t show,” he backpedals, “but even if it did, it’s fucking sexy.”
“I need you to go away,” I tell him and he shakes his head.
“Nope, not going to happen. Now I don’t even care if you pack or not. You can be naked for two days, that would be okay by me.”
I laugh. “Fine, give me five minutes”—I get back on my knees in front of the suitcase—“and I’ll be good to go.”
“Why are your things still in the suitcase?” he asks me and I look up at him, confused by his question.
“Last week you agreed to move in with me,” he reminds me, “and yet you’re still living in your suitcase.”
“Well, I’m technically supposed to go back home next week, so it’ll be silly to unpack and then repack.”
“Why are you repacking?” he asks me and I look at him.
“I don’t?—”
“You go home without a suitcase since that stuff is staying here, and you bring back more stuff,” he explains. “That’s what it means to move in with someone.”
“Thanks for the TED talk.” I grab a couple of things and place them beside me. “I wasn’t sure how the whole ‘moving in with your baby daddy’ worked. Thanks for clearing that up.”
“Oh, I can’t wait,” he huffs.
“For what?”
“To shove my cock into your mouth so you stop talking,” he retorts and I fall to the side laughing.
“You did that already this morning,” I remind him.
“Well, when you ask stupid things, I have to resort to making you shut the fuck up,” he grumbles. “Like you asking me to pay rent? Are you out of your fucking mind?”
I grab the clothes beside me and look around his closet for a carry-on bag, finding one below his suits. “I’m moving in, shouldn’t I contribute?”
“Ari, you are already paying me back by carrying our child,” he deadpans as he helps me put my clothes into the bag. “Actually”—he looks around—“if you want, you can get back on your knees.”
“Jaxon, I thought you wanted to leave.”
“Baby,” he says softly, “if my cock is going to be in your mouth, I’m taking my time and enjoying it. There is no rush. Palm Springs is still going to be there if we leave five minutes later.”
“Good to know.” I walk to the bathroom with him following me. “Don’t you have some packing to do yourself?”
“I’m already packed and it’s in my SUV.”
“You’re not going to make me go faster,” I inform him as I pack my toiletry bag and he bends over me, his hands going to my breasts. “I’m especially not going to go faster if you keep doing that.”
