Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26681 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26681 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
“What’s wrong, my little muse?” I turn to find Theo propped up with an elbow pressing into the mattress. His dark hair is mussed from my fingers, but his eyes are alert.
“It looks like you were right about Hugo being a jerk. He doesn’t seem to know how to take no for an answer.” I hand him my phone so he can read what the producer sent me about the advantages of building a working relationship with him versus working directly with Theo.
He goes from being concerned to furious in an instant. “He’ll fucking learn, even if I have to beat it into his thick skull.”
I lie back against the pillows and listen while he calls Hugo to lay out exactly what he can expect if he doesn’t back off. I’m sure the producer gets the message when Theo threatens to cut off his dick if he so much as looks at me in the future. Unfortunately, a picture of it pops into my head, and a rush of nausea creeps up my throat. I scurry off the mattress to dash into the bathroom. I barely make it to the toilet before emptying the contents of my stomach into it. Theo ends the call and follows me into the bathroom.
“No, stay away. I don’t want to get you sick, too.” My protest is weak, and I can barely lift my head from where it’s resting against the toilet seat. My stomach feels like it’s empty, but it’s still rolling with nausea.
“Don’t worry about me, baby. What you’ve got isn’t contagious.”
I groan in relief when he presses a cold, damp washcloth against my forehead. “You can’t know that.”
“Sure I can.” He sweeps my hair up in a fist and lifts it off the back of my neck. “We ate the same food for dinner last night, so it can’t be food poisoning. And it most likely isn’t a stomach bug since you don’t have a fever.”
Just the mention of food has me dry heaving. It feels like forever before it finally passes, and if it wasn’t for Theo practically holding me up, I would curl into a ball on the floor. He picks me up and sets me on the counter. Then he hands me a fresh washcloth to clean my face and a toothbrush with the paste already on it. While I’m brushing, he points out, “You’re tired, your tits are so sensitive you get drenched whenever my fingers or mouth are close to them, and you’re throwing up in the morning.”
My eyes grow wide and I spit into the sink. “You think I’m pregnant?”
His dark eyes are full of male satisfaction as he answers, “Of course you are. I’ve filled your tight little pussy with so much cum, there isn’t a doubt in my mind that I’ve fucked our baby into you.”
When he puts it that way, I feel kind of silly for not realizing it myself. Then again, it’s not like I’ve ever been in this kind of situation before. I press my hand to my belly and whisper, “I might be pregnant.”
“No ‘might’ about it. You’re carrying my baby.”
He looks so smug that I can’t resist teasing him a little. “You don’t know that for sure. I haven’t taken a test yet or anything.”
“Then it’s about damn time you do,” he growls. Then he shocks the crap out of me when he bends down to yank open the bottom drawer and pulls out a bright pink box from a selection.
I’m not completely sure I want to know the answer because I’d be completely devastated if they were someone else’s, but I have to ask the question anyway. “Um. Why do you have pregnancy tests in your bathroom?”
He’s already ripped open the box and doesn’t look up from the directions he’s reading when he answers, “I added them to the shopping list last week so you could take one at the first sign I finally knocked you up.”
I feel a tingle of satisfaction from knowing he got them for me, but I also have to laugh at part of his explanation. “Finally? It hasn’t even been a full month since we met each other.”
“Yeah, and I’ve been trying my damnedest to fuck our baby into you since that first day.”
My heart feels like it’s ready to burst with joy. “You really meant it? You weren’t just saying that stuff in the heat of the moment?” I know we’d made comments, but I wasn’t sure if that was just dirty talk between lovers. This is all new to me.
“There’s nothing I want more than to know you’re carrying my baby.” He hands me the white stick with the cap already pulled off it. “So how about you take this test and confirm what we both already know?”
It’s worded like a question, but I know it’s more of a demand. I slide off the counter and move back to the toilet. I raise my eyebrows and do a little circular motion with my finger, and he turns around to face the wall. He can still hear me pee, though. I know he’s touched and tasted every inch of my body, but I’m blushing when I finish. He doesn’t give me a minute to worry about being embarrassed before he takes the test from me and sets it on the counter. He pulls me to the sink and presses against my back while I wash my hands. When I’m done, he twirls me around and growls against my lips, “This is going to be the longest three minutes of my life, and the only thing that’ll keep my mind off the wait is you.”