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Fifteen minutes later, we both sign the contract that’ll change our lives.

“I’m starving,”Genesis says when we leave Warren’s office. “After an anxiety-filled day, I either want to eat nothing or everything. It seems today, it’s everything.”

“I can stop and get you takeout,” I reply. “You can also order something at home, and Emilio will pick it up for you.”

Even though he tried to fight it, Emilio will be on Genesis-watching duty until I find another man I can trust.

“Home,” she says around a sigh. “I don’t have a home anymore.”

“My home is your home.”

“No, it’syourhome. I’m getting my own, remember?”

“You’re gettingyoursafter you have our baby. In the meantime, you live with me. So, get comfortable there.” I brake at a red light and turn to look at her, my face serious. “Though, after I fuck you, you won’t want to leave my bed.”

She holds out her hand toward me. “Don’t get your hopes up, buddy. Men who gloat about their sexual abilities usually lack in them. Most probably don’t even know a clit exists.”

“Are you forgetting I’ve made you come with only my fingers?” I hold up my hand and wiggle two fingers. “You don’t think I can do that with my cock?”

Her mouth falls open, and I smirk.

I keep my gaze on her, even when the light turns green. “We can test it now, if you’d like?”

The car behind us honks, and I flip it off.

She shakes her head repeatedly. “I need to process all”—she gestures back and forth between us—“thisand figure out which route I want to go, getting pregnant.”

I hit the gas in frustration.

“Want my advice?” I ask.

“Not really, but go ahead.”

“It’s much easier for us both for me to just come in your pussy.”

“Oh, so romantic. We should write that on a Hallmark card.” She sighs. “We also need to discuss what we’ll do if we have sex and I don’t get pregnant.”

“That’s when we’ll try another approach. Might as well try the natural method first. Haven’t you always said you like natural foods? Organic?”

“Oh my God, please never refer to your cock as anaturalfood again. I won’t be able to even force my legs open to give you a chance to get me pregnant.”

She’s right.

The comment was weird as fuck.

Genesis brings something out in me.

A playfulness.

A man who attempts to joke.

I’ve always felt more comfortable with her than others.

She makes me feel two emotions—comfort or frustration with the need to strangle her when she tests my patience. And as a man who’snot at easeninety-eight percent of the time, that’s saying something.

“Back to food,” I say. “We can pick something up. I need to take you home and get going.”

“Get going where?”