Page 142 of The Billionaire's Baby

"Fuck," I swear aloud.

He nods. "My sentiments exactly."

"So, you expect me to simply… What? Stay away from her?’

He nods again.

"And what if she gets into some trouble, and needs saving?"

"Has she needed saving so far?"

"We—ll." I scratch my chin. She needed my sperm. No, not really. She'd had a sperm donor all lined up, until I’d messed up her plans, and then when I told her to pretend to be married to me, so I could take her to see Grandmama, she’d traded that for my impregnating her. And then, every step of the way, she’d matched me. Even when I’d pulled the Bratva surprise on her—asshole that I am—she hadn’t flinched. She’d simply broken our arrangement and stormed out of there… Something no one else had done before.

"She’s bloody capable of taking care of herself," I finally admit.

Edward nods.

"And feisty." I can’t stop the smile that curves my lips.

Saint smirks. "Keep going."

"And gorgeous and full of sass, and boy, when we do yoga together—"

"Hold on," Sinclair chokes, "she’s got you to do fuckin’ yoga with her?"

I redden. "Uh, it was kind of foreplay," I rush to explain, "but I gotta tell you, those positions, they look easy, but they are not."

"No?" Weston chuckles.

"Nope." I shake my head. Shit, if I am not digging myself in deeper. "I have a whole lotta respect for all those yoga bunnies now."

Damian spits out his whiskey, "Did he just say yoga bunny?"

"He said yoga bunnies." Weston holds out his hand and Saint pulls out another credit card from his wallet and hands it over. "That will pay for our second honeymoon, thank you very much."

"Just try not to come back too soon." Saint grimaces.

"What? Did you guys just have another bet going?" I growl.

"The same one." Weston grins. "Anything else you want to tell us?"

"Nothing that you can profit from." I firm my lips.

"Aww don’t be like that," Weston laughs, "you’ll get used to it soon."

"What?" I frown.

"This sensation of being unmoored and helpless, and basically, feeling like she has you by the balls."

"You forget one thing," I dig my finger into my hair and tug, "she does have me by the balls."

"Good." Edward looks me up and down, "So whatever happens, you won’t intrude?"

"Within limits."

"What does that mean?"

"I won't’ stalk her, or spy on her. Whatever I do, it will be in the open."