Page 63 of Big Daddy to Go

“That’s fucking sexy,” I grin.

She walks up to me and kisses me. My hands feel her bare ass under the shirt, and I instantly harden.

“You took your panties off?” I ask.

“In case I got wine on them, too,” Lexi teases. “Dinner first,” she pecks my lips. “I’m starving.”

I eye her as she takes the takeout bag from me and starts to unload it. For some reason, the reoccurring idea that Lexi is pregnant fills my head. Maybe the idea strikes me because her emotions have been all over the place today or because she just chose to eat before sex… or maybe it has everything to do with what I hope for our future together.

Lexi’s emotions are very much justified today, though. It’s not fair to pass them off as hormonal. She was upset over me and in talking about her failed engagement. Plus, she just lost her job and her apartment. But for a moment, I allow myself to entertain the idea that she’s pregnant.

The image of Lexi carrying my child warms my heart.

“When was the last time you got your period?”

Lexi looks at me funny. “Last week. Why?”

“I just…”

“Are you offended that I want to eat first?” she asks with her hands on her hips. “I haven’t eaten since breakfast,” she explains.

“No, I just… with how emotional you were today…”

“Um, I’ve been through a lot over the past couple of months, don’t you think? Being stood up on my wedding day, meeting you, and losing my job. Are you not good with emotions?” she asks, squinting at me.

“Lexi, it’s all good, Miss Sassy No Pants,” I laugh. “I just thought… well, I hoped you might be pregnant,” I say nonchalantly.

Lexi stands there, dumbfounded by what I just said. Immediately, I want to take it back.

“I know. Way too soon. And I don’t even know if you want kids. Forget I said it.”

Lexi smiles. “You hoped I was pregnant?”

I shrug. “Yeah. I would love to be a dad someday. I’d love to make a baby with you.”

Lexi bites her bottom lip and hurries into my arms.

“Dinner can wait,” she says as she starts pulling me down the hall.

She unbuttons my dress shirt as we go, revealing more of her sexy curves to me.

After we make love, we lie in each other’s arms.

“Lex, remember when I wanted to give you start-up money for your own company?” I ask.

She lifts her head from my chest and sighs.

“I can’t let you do that, Kane.”

“I want to help you. I’m in the position to help you, so please let me. You can pay me back if you insist, or we can become partners,” I smirk.

“Partners?” she questions.

“Fifty-fifty. I bring in the clients; you make things beautiful. What do you think?”

She heaves out a sigh and swirls a finger around my nipple.

“It sounds like an offer I’d be an idiot to pass up. But how will you have time to establish my company—”