Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 23701 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23701 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
“Is everything okay, Crystal?” I ask, wondering at her odd behavior.
“Yes, I just, um”—she shrugs and gives me a small smile—“I’ve really enjoyed working with you this week.”
I return her smile and reach out to take one of her hands. “I feel the same way, sweetie.” Crystal really has been a joy to be around. She sees the world with wonder, works hard, and is eager to try new things. “I hope we can stay friends.”
“Well, I was wondering if you’d still need an assistant once you go back to Cirque de Rêve?” Her expression is hopeful, and I doubt she realizes she’s squeezing my hand nervously.
Remington freezes for a heartbeat, then his head whips up and he answers before I can say anything. “Ainsley won’t be going back to Cirque since she’ll be living in LA.”
I raise a single eyebrow and twist my head. “Is that so?” My tone is a mixture of curiosity and annoyance. I’m irritated at his assumption, but I’m also a little chagrinned that I didn’t think about our living arrangements before now.
Rem frowns at me. “Where the fuck else would we live?”
I match his scowl and snip, “I don’t know, but don’t you think we should have an actual discussion about it before you just make that decision for me?” I slip out of his arms, fully aware that it’s only because he lets me. Then I turn to the side so I can see him, putting my hands on my hips and glaring. “In fact, why haven’t we talked about this already?”
Remington pivots slightly so we are standing face to face and takes a few steps forward until he’s right in front of me. “Because we’ve been too busy fucking like bunnies, baby,” he says arrogantly.
A gasp and a cough-laugh off to the side remind me that we aren’t alone. I glance at Crystal, and she looks like a tomato, making me grimace apologetically. “Sorry, my husband forgets that not everyone appreciates his dirty talk.” I leave out the fact that it makes me wet.
“She’ll understand when it’s her man,” Cannon mumbles so quietly it’s almost inaudible.
Crystal finally turns her eyes on him, blinking owlishly in shock. He closes the distance between them but doesn’t attempt to touch her. “Innocent little girls like you just need the right man to corrupt them.”
She squeaks and spins around, taking off at a sprint. Cannon gives us a chin lift before following her with clipped, determined steps.
“That’s going to be fun to watch,” Rem murmurs with a low rumble of laughter. That sound always goes straight to my core. Dang it, he’s going to make me ruin yet another pair of panties.
“Back to your high-handed, cocky, caveman attitude,” I huff, narrowing my eyes at him.
Rem has the nerve to give me his most charming smile, the one he only uses on me. I try to stay focused, but my traitorous body is making it very difficult.
“Baby, you know I’m right,” he cajoles, snaking an arm around me and bringing me flush against him. “I would move anywhere to be with you, but living in L.A. makes the most sense. Especially since you can’t be performing aerial work or stunts if you’re pregnant.”
He steals a deep kiss, further immersing me in a fog of lust. “What if I want to raise this baby in Iowa?” I manage to ask in a breathy voice.
Rem goes still, but I feel his heartbeat speed up. Then he croaks, “This baby?” I don’t quite understand what’s got him all twisted up, but I don’t care as I lean in for another kiss.
To my astonishment, he holds me away from him and it causes a little of the fog to thin. “This baby?” he repeats.
“Oh crap,” I grumble, realizing I’ve spoiled my surprise. “I didn’t mean to tell you that yet.”
“Baby, are you pregnant?” His tone is filled with excitement, and his hands clasp my cheeks so he can stare into my eyes.
His elation is contagious, and I can’t help the smile that eclipses my face when I give him the answer he’s dying to hear. “Yes.”
Rem whoops and grabs me, lifting me off my feet and spinning me around. When he sets me down, I notice that he’s gotten the attention of just about everyone on set. Rem throws both hands in the air and yells, “I knocked my girl the fuck up!”
* * *
“It’s a good thing you’re done filming your stunts,” Rem mumbles against my belly before raining kisses over it. After he announced my pregnancy, he dragged me back to our trailer to “celebrate.”
Once he was done wearing me the heck out, he slid down and rested his head on my stomach, occasionally talking to the baby or kissing the spot where it’s growing inside me.
I silently agree with him, and considering my level of exhaustion the last couple of weeks, I’m glad we only have another week of filming before Rem and I are completely done with this movie.