Page 32 of Pregnant By the Playboy

I picture that dress pushed down around her waist, her tits bare and her legs wrapped around me.

It’s a lovely thought.

Yeah, when I jack off in the shower now, it’s always to thoughts of her.

“No, I’m fine,” I say.

Brian appears truly concerned. “I can’t leave you alone when you’re down like this.”

“I’m not down. I’m doing just fine.” I smile at him.

“That’s your fake smile.”

“No, it’s not.” I smile wider.

“Definitely your fake smile.” He glances toward the corner once more. The man has his eyes on Brian now.

My phone buzzes and I immediately reach for it. I have a text from Marissa.

You busy?

I feel a genuine smile coming to my lips.

“Booty call?” Brian asks.

“Something like that. You go have your fun.”

Brian leans forward and looks at me for a long moment. I think he’s going to say something else, but he shrugs and saunters off.

Nope, I reply to Marissa. Not busy.

Then I realize that if she’s texting me, it might mean something’s wrong.

Shit.

I stare at my phone, fearful as I wait for her reply.

I’m having some cravings, she says.

Oh, thank God.

For me? I ask, though I knew that’s not when she means.

No, you self-absorbed asshole.

I laugh.

I’m craving some very specific foods, and I was wondering if you could get them for me. You at home?

Excellent. I can be useful for once!

Nah, but I’m close, I reply.

But you’re not busy?

The guy I’m with is trying to pick up. And as I said, I’d like you to tell me whenever you need anything. Don’t worry about my exciting life. What do you want?

Matcha double fromage cheesecake from Cheese & Me, she says. Plus beef and celery dumplings from Yang’s Dumplings. You know the places?