“Looks damn good on you, babe, but hell you’d look fit as fuck no matter what you do.”
“Stop sucking up. It’s not getting you anywhere.”
“You sure you can’t cancel,” his gruff tone sends the good kinda shiver up my spine and back down it.
“Pam went to a lot of trouble putting this night together. She’s finally being nice to me. I’m not getting on her bad side again and dealing with her cold shoulder bitch routine for another twenty years.”
“Get that, Lex. C’mere.”
“I need to get dressed. If I come there, you’re going to kiss me, and we both know that it won’t end there.”
“Where you think it’ll end?” he grins knowing damn good and well where it ends.
“Exactly where you’d keep me if I’d allow it.”
“What can I say? I’m addicted to your pussy.”
“That all you keep me around for?”
“Like that mouth. No love that mouth. Them tits. That ass. My woman has it all, but most of all I love the way you love me, Lex.”
“Why you gotta get all sweet on me?” I take the two steps it takes to reach him. “Guess I’ll be late, huh?”
“Yup. Kiss me,” he orders, and I comply.
I touch my lips to his. James glides the tip of his tongue along the seam of my mouth demanding entrance. I give in even though I know he’s going to ruin my makeup and my hair. It’ll be worth it. My man always satisfies me, so I’m thrown off my game when he’s the first to break away.
“Thank you. Now go get ready.”
“Seriously?”
He licks his bottom lip rolling it inward. “Mhmm. Go on and get all worked up watching them strippers or whatever it is Pam has going on. Then when you’re ready, you call me, and I’ll fuck you.”
“You know most male strippers are gay and besides, you have something they don’t.”
“And what’s that?”
“My heart. Your ink on my skin. And...” I trail off and bring his hand to my stomach. His eyes go big and round. “I found out something today.”
“What’s that,” he croaks.
“Sooo, I thought I was going to wait to tell you, but I got to talking with the girls at the salon today and planning our wedding around my period came up. Then it hit me. Honey, I should’ve started last week. I didn’t. So one of the girls went and got me a test. I took it.”
“And?”
“Guess your swimmers and my eggs like each other as much as we do. I’m pregnant.”
“Fuck,” he mutters and a tear forms in the crease of his right eye. “You being real with me?”
“I wouldn’t fuck with you, not about this.”
He nods and tucks my head into his chest, embracing me tight enough to cut off my airway.
“Can’t breathe, James.”
He eases up. “You tell anyone else yet?”
“No. Wanted you to be the first to know.”