Page 43 of Pregnant By the Playboy
He looks at me like I’ve sprouted three heads.
I laugh. “Just kidding about brunch. But come by sometime, okay?”
I head downstairs and outside, and I tell my driver to take me to Cheese & Me. The Bridle Path isn’t a long drive from Marissa’s condo, but I have to go downtown to get her cheesecake first. By some miracle, Cheese & Me actually has a matcha double fromage cheesecake at ten thirty at night, so I don’t have to find someone who will allow me to overpay for half of theirs. Excellent.
Marissa answers the door in pajamas again, but different ones this time. The pants are pink with stars, and her T-shirt says “pregnant and hungry.”
I laugh.
“What’s so funny?” she asks, narrowing her eyes.
“Your shirt.”
“Right. I forgot about that. Were you able to get the cheesecake?”
She holds out her hands, and I pass it over.
“Oh my God. Thank you.”
She brings it into the kitchen, and just like last time, she starts ravenously eating the cheesecake with a plastic fork while I look on, amused.
“What were you doing when I texted?” she asks between bites.
“I was at a party.”
She immediately stops eating. “Sorry. You could have stayed. I wasn’t craving cheesecake that badly.”
I pointedly look at the cheesecake.
“Okay, fine, but you don’t have to answer to my every whim. The fact that I’m pregnant doesn’t mean you can’t enjoy life.”
“I wasn’t enjoying myself all that much at the party, to be honest. I’m glad you gave me an excuse to leave.”
“Not enough drugs and sex for you?”
“I had two whiskeys. No sex. My life isn’t quite what you imagine.”
I’m not sure she hears what I’m saying, as her focus is on the cheesecake.
Once she’s eaten about twenty percent of it, she finally makes eye contact with me. “Thank you. For bringing me cheesecake again.” She looks me up and down. “The three-piece suit was a little hotter, I have to admit.”
“The navy two-piece suit isn’t good enough for you?”
“Oh, you still look pretty hot, don’t you worry.”
“Hot enough for you to kiss me again?” I say, before I can give it a second thought.
She considers this for a long moment.
She’s driving me nuts.
And then, instead of speaking, she presses a slow kiss to my lips. When I lick her bottom lip, she eagerly dives in for more, and my cock hardens.
I didn’t feel anywhere near this alive at the party.
We kiss for a few minutes, and then she decides she needs a little more cheesecake.
Once she’s got the cheesecake in the fridge, she says, hesitantly, “You want to stay and watch a movie?”
