Page 12 of The Billionaire's Baby

"Nothing is settled." She yanks at her hands and I tighten my grip. "Except that you are officially out of your friggin’ mind."

"Maybe," I whisper. "Maybe not. All this off-the-charts chemistry between us, you gotta admit, it’s best put to good use."

"And I told you what I want out of it." She glowers.

"So did I."

"It’s unacceptable to me," she snaps. "I am not marrying you."

"It’s a pretend marriage."

"Oh." She blinks, then firms her lips. "I’d still have to put up with your presence."

"You’ll have to do more than that if you want to get pregnant by me." I stare into her eyes and she swallows.

"That…would be different."

"How?"

"It would be working toward a bigger goal."

I can’t stop myself from leaning into her further. My hardness stabs into her belly. "You have no idea how true that is."

"Argh," she makes a gagging sound, "you’re so full of yourself."

"And you can be full of me too."

Her cheeks redden. "Jesus, that’s a terrible pun."

"Welcome to my part of the woods, Sparks." Okay, now that…nickname… That wasn’t intentional…but I have to admit, it does fit her better.

Her golden eyes flare. She opens her mouth and I click my tongue. "No more arguing. You pose as my pretend, newly-wedded wife on my annual trip home to visit my family, and I’ll be more than happy to impregnate you."

"It’s not that simple. It’s not like I can get pregnant in one shot." She snorts. "Pun intended.”

"Oh, I intend to keep trying as many times as needed, and a few times more for good measure," I promise.

"For the duration of this trip, you mean?" she corrects me.

I frown. "Yes, that’s what I mean. Next thirty days, you and me, Sparks, and as much of my semen as you can hold. What do you say?"

"Fine," she mutters, "but it doesn’t mean I have to like you."

"Fine," I reply, "but it does mean that I get to kiss you, and do with you as I please."

"Wait, what?" She opens her mouth. "What do you mean?" She begins to struggle under me. "You bastard, I should have known you’d have something filthy and underhanded hidden up your sleeve."

"So, are you turning down this offer?"

She balls her fists. "Don’t tempt me."

"So, you’re accepting this agreement?"

"I don’t really have a choice, do I?"

"That’s not an answer." I peer into her face. "Yes or no, Sparks?"

She draws in a breath, glances around the space. Then she exhales heavily and says, "Fine, you have me. Okay, I need this—"