Page 72 of Pregnant By the Playboy

I can almost see us living together. The fact that he proposed to me...it doesn’t seem quite as ridiculous now, and I believe that being an important part of the child’s life isn’t just a passing fancy for him.

I’d convinced myself that going to bed with him didn’t have to involve feelings, didn’t have to change anything. But it’s so intimate, lying here next to him, talking about our baby.

Still, we’ve only been on two real dates, and I’m only just getting accustomed to the idea that being with him, really being with him, is a possibility.

“Don’t worry,” Vince continues, still speaking to my stomach, “We’ll change your name once you’re born. Baby is an odd name. Though there’s a movie about a girl who goes by ‘Baby.’ It’s called Dirty Dancing.”

“Have you seen it?” I ask.

“Of course. My mom was a little in love with Patrick Swayze, and when my dad was annoying her, she’d threaten to leave him for Patrick. Did you hear that, Baby? Your grandma likes Patrick Swayze. Unfortunately, you won’t get to meet him because he’s dead, but maybe she’ll make you watch his movies with her one day. I’ll do better things with you, though. I’ll give you a bloopisaurus, and you can name him whatever you want. Or if you prefer princesses and fairies, that’s okay, too. I can make you a little princess tower for your room. Not that I know anything about construction, but your mom’s an engineer. She’s really smart, did you know that?”

I think Vince could talk to Baby forever, but he can do that later. I want him to pay attention to me.

I pull him up and wrap my arms around him. My skin against his.

When I kiss him, open-mouthed, he slides his hand between my legs again. Why does it feel so amazing when he touches me? Does every woman who sleeps with him feel like this?

I push those thoughts out of my head. I’m the one he’s dating. I’m the one who’s carrying his child.

He plays with me leisurely, his finger brushing my clit, parting my folds.

“I got tested after I found out I was pregnant,” I say, “just to be sure. And you?”

“I can show you my test results from March. I promise I haven’t been with anyone since then.”

He starts to get up, but I lay a hand on his shoulder.

“I trust you,” I say. “I trust that you had the tests and they came back clear, and I trust that you haven’t had sex since January. Since I’m already pregnant...” I roll on top of him and rub myself against the underside of his cock.

“Fuck,” he says.

“Don’t swear around Baby,” I say lightly. “So, do you want to do it without a condom? I want to feel you come inside me.” God, I do. I can’t help wanting when we’re naked together like this.

I rub myself against him again.

“Yes,” he rasps out. “Fuck, yes.”

I don’t admonish him for swearing this time. Instead, I grin.

He reaches between us and positions his cock at my entrance. I take him easily.

It’s been a long time since I’ve ridden a man bare. I’ve certainly never done it with a man who wasn’t my boyfriend, but this is Vince, and he’s in a special category of his own.

We move in unison, our movements slow and deep. I feel almost painfully close to him.

I lean over and kiss his neck, then his mouth. He breaks the kiss so he can suckle on my nipples. He fills his hands with my ass and squeezes.

As good as this is, I know it won’t be enough for tonight. I’ll want him again and again, and he’ll take me.

He picks up the pace, and I cry out just a moment before he does.

He stays inside me until he starts to go soft, and I love lying here under his weight.

“You were magnificent,” I tell him.

“You were pretty good yourself.”

“Just pretty good?”