Damon plants a smooch square on my lips and then moves forward.
“Let’s see, what else is there?” he murmurs. “Oh yeah, there’s a matching dresser and diaper changer thingy too. Let’s get these.”
Before I can move, he’s already scanned the two additional items, leaving me in shock.
“Damon, I live in a small space,” I say in a warning voice. “I’m not sure these things will fit. In fact, I’m pretty sure they won’t fit.”
The CEO merely shrugs.
“We’ll find a way. Don’t worry about it, Christine. Let’s see what else. The baby will need his own rocking chair, of course,” he muses while walking before me, and soon, my man has scanned practically everything from this particular bedroom set. I’m in a daze because what’s going on? Damon seems to be buying the entire store and loving it too.
Before I know it, we’ve spent hours at Buy More Baby, and finally, we’re in the toy section. I turn around just in time to see my lover stroking a giant stuffed giraffe’s head before scanning it with purpose.
“Oh yeah, got this sucker,” he says in a satisfied tone.
I can’t help but laugh.
“OMG, you’re so crazy,” I giggle.
He nods and winks at me.
“And you love it.”
I laugh again because I do love it. Plus, the sight of Damon, billionaire CEO, cuddling a giant stuffed giraffe is the most adorable thing I’ve seen in a long time.
“I think you should keep the giraffe for yourself,” I tease.
He smiles slyly.
“Oh really?”
“Yeah. You look cute hugging it.”
“Cute?” He cocks a brow and closes the space between us, tossing the giraffe onto the floor. My breath hitches as he leans in, then he kisses me deep and I forget all my misgivings because Damon’s the only thing that exists. This man is consuming me, and when he breaks the kiss, sharp blue eyes bore into mine. I lick my lips wanting more as my pupils dilate, and he lets out a harsh chuckle. “I’ll show you cute as soon as we get home, baby girl.”
I have to fight the urge to tell him to forget the shopping and take me home right now because my temperature is spiking, and I want him to show me exactly how cute he is. Closing my eyes, I take a few deep breaths to calm my speeding pulse and to get my mind back on track. We’re shopping for my baby right now, and if I didn’t have Damon, I’d be down to dime-store picks. There’s plenty of time to get naked later and I have to focus while I have the chance.
Meanwhile, my man’s still going crazy scanning multiple items in the warehouse. To be honest, he’s leading me around the store, giddy as a school boy as we skip from aisle to aisle. Blankets, clothes, and even some toys the baby won’t be able to play with for quite a while make it onto the list. Not only is Damon being unduly generous, but he’s also beaming with happiness. With every new item we choose together, his smile grows wider, and the sparkle in his eyes amplifies.
Watching him bounce around scanning items makes my heart swell, and it isn’t about the money he’s spending. It’s about how determined he is to provide for my child, ensuring every comfort. After my painful break-up with Matt, I wanted nothing to do with men, and love was the furthest thing from my mind. Sex, yes. I wanted it, and City Girls was a way to make it happen while earning a buck. But the world is so unpredictable, and this man, with his kindness and generosity, has captured my heart. But how long will it last? When does the coach turn into a pumpkin? I swallow heavily because I have a feeling this scenario’s going to disappear once I actually give birth. It’s fun to prepare for a baby, but an actual, screaming newborn is something else.
But I put those thoughts out of my head for the umpteenth time, and just smile. By the time we’re done shopping, my feet are sore and a bit swollen, even in my comfortable sneakers. Not to mention my stomach is growling pretty loud, and obviously ready for some food. Damon pulls me in and cradles my belly.
“You two ready for some dinner?”
“Yes, please.”
He looks down at my swollen ankles and frowns.
“I’m thinking takeout so I can get you home and give you a nice foot rub. What do you say?”
I throw my arms around his shoulders and give him a slow, lingering kiss.
“That sounds perfect. Thank you.”
We head out to the car and suddenly, regret strikes again. I stop on the sidewalk and Damon regards me with a quizzical glance.
“What is it honey?”