He nods, those blue eyes flashing.
“I do,” he rasps before resting a big hand to my thigh and then reaching up to stroke a nipple through my loose t-shirt. “You’re so sexy, round and fertile like this. I have half a mind to knock you up again just so you’ll keep the extra forty pounds.”
I giggle.
“Forty? I’ve put on fifty already!”
He merely nuzzles my neck.
“But you look amazing, sweetheart. Next time I’ll knock you up with twins so you put on a hundred pounds. Yeah, that sounds about right.”
I laugh, although it’s a little breathless.
“Oh you,” I mock-scold. “You just love your women curvy.”
“I do,” he growls before nipping at my throat. “Absolutely.”
But then, I change topics. “Speaking of parenthood, have you heard from Anthony recently?”
Roman leans back, his expression wry.
“Yeah, maybe last week? I have to say that I’m surprised that my son’s proving to be somewhat competent when it comes to running the business. I really thought that boy was a fuck-up, if not a drug addict.”
I giggle.
“No, Anthony wasn’t into drugs, at least not when I was with him. But does that mean that the business in New York is doing well?”
Roman shrugs.
“More or less. I’m learning to let it go, and to let Anthony and my managers take the reins. It’s hard to do because I’ve been running this shit since I was a kid, but it’s time for the torch to be passed. Besides, I have a couple new ventures here that I want to pursue, so it’s for the better.”
I nod.
“Is it that new cryptocurrency thing? I hear it’s hot.”
My man grins.
“Yep. That and NFTs. We’ll see where this takes us, but you don’t have to worry, honey. I’m not gambling with our savings or anything, and you know that we have plenty of cash to last us for the rest of our lives. Hell, for the next three hundred years if it came to that.”
I giggle.
“Well, I don’t plan on living to be three hundred.”
Roman grins and tickles my ribs, making me squeal with laughter.
“Neither do I, but I do know that I want to be with you for three hundred years if it were possible. By the way, speaking of New York, how are your friends back home? Does anyone know you’re here?”
I giggle.
“No, because you won’t let me reach out! But I was googling people recently, and guess what I found?”
My boyfriend cocks his head at me.
“What?”
My voice goes hushed.
“Well, I was surfing a porn site, you know, just looking around like a bad girl. But to my surprise, I found a video with Sydney in it! Remember my friend Sydney? The cute one with brown curls who also works at Club Z?”