I giggled and moved to a new spot. I wrote new words and told him to come and read them.
“A new family member is coming,” he read, and I could see that he was becoming excited. “Addison, what does this mean?”
I rolled my eyes and wrote new words beneath the last ones.
“Dummy, I’m pregnant,” he read and his face twisted into a most radiant smile I’d ever seen on him. “So yeah, guess what? Your new wife apparently gets crazy jealous when she’s hormonal.”
“You are pregnant?!” he shouted in joy and I finally erupted into laughter.
“Yes!”
“Addison!” He closed the distance between us and pulled me into his arms. “Oh baby, I can’t believe this!” He brought his hands around my waist and lifted me up in the air.
“Cole, what are you doing?” I squealed as he spun me around.
“Baby, I love you so much!” he shouted, still spinning me around, and I was starting to feel a bit dizzy.
“If you keep doing that I’m going to be sick!”
“Oh. I’m sorry.” He put me down immediately, grabbing me cheeks. His eyes burned into mine. “I love you so much, Addison.” He pressed his lips against mine. “I can’t believe this. Thank you. Thank you for everything. I’m so happy right now! You have no idea how much.”
I laughed. “Are you becoming emotional?”
He frowned, slightly embarrassed. “No.”
“Yes, you are. Your eyes are totally teary now.”
“No, they are not.”
“Yes, they are.”
“You’re imagining things.”
I was so happy. I had this gorgeous man and soon we were going to have a baby, and I felt like the happiest person alive. “I should thank you, Cole. You totally saved me that day in the pub.”
We kissed again, melting into each other. This was a perfect honeymoon and I never wanted it to end.
Soon our kiss became heated, and I could feel his cock hardening against me again. “Dr. Brennan, are we getting a little desperate?” I asked, teasing me.
He didn’t respond immediately, bringing his hand to my wet core. I needed him inside of me now.
“I don’t know, Addison. Are we?”
Touché.
His Naughty Nurse
A Bad Boy Doctor Romance
By Nicole Elliot
Prologue
My skin burned from the cigarette.
“Don’t you cry again, you little weasel.” She sneered at me and took a puff of tobacco.
“I’m… I’m not crying.” The truth was I was trying hard not to, but I could feel the tears stinging the backs of my eyes, threatening to betray me.