wedding?”
“You’re warming to the idea of having a baby. I can tell.”
“Or maybe I’ve learned arguing the point with you is a fruitless endeavor.” She grinned and decided she’d tell Bridie tomorrow before she left. Someone ought to be over the moon with happiness about these babies. The woman might have her own agenda, but learning grandchildren where in her future would be a sight to behold. Might even be the antidote for Cal’s reaction.
“Most people do see things my way eventually.” Bridie put her hands on her slim hips. “Do you need anything? Something to eat or some champagne?”
Guilt kicked her hard whenever champagne was mentioned. She said a silent prayer she hadn’t hurt the babies as she shook her head. “I’m wiped out. I planned on being asleep by now.”
“I won’t keep you then.” Bridie started for the door, but paused. “Good luck with Callum tomorrow.” She cast a knowing grin before leaving. Mira shook her head, trying to figure out what that was supposed to mean. It wasn’t until she started to walk that she realized she held a protective hand across her still toned belly.
Had Bridie guessed her secret already?
Callum pushed open the door to his penthouse, intent on shouting “Honey, I’m home” for the first time in his life. Only the sight of Mira doing some kind of standing split yoga in his living room left him speechless. And hard as a rock.
“You’re early.” She spoke from her upside-down position, as if it were perfectly natural to have your head by your ankle with the other leg reached to the ceiling. Leggings clung to her from ankle to hip, while her loose pink tank had slipped to expose her lean belly and the bottom of her purple bra.
“No, I’m late. I should have been here yesterday watching you twist yourself around.” He dropped his bags and toed off his loafers.
“True.” She brought her other leg down before he got to her, which ruined his plan of carrying her to the bedroom that way.
“Hello, wife.” He caught her before she could turn around, wrapping his arms around her middle and slipping his hands beneath her tank. Her warm skin was soft beneath his palms.
She tilted her head back to look at him. “I missed you too, Cal.”
“Yeah? Show me.” He leaned into her, her lips parting when they met his. He kissed her slow and deep, until her fingertips grazed the front of his thighs. White-hot need blinded his control. He slid his hands from her belly and under the waistband of her tight leggings.
She broke the kiss and stilled his hands with her own. “Hold on. We need to talk.”
He rubbed his cheek against her silken hair, captured completely in a French braid. “We’re not
that
married.”
“We really are.” She tried to turn, but he held her tighter, pressing his rock-hard cock into the curve of her perfect ass.
“I know what ‘we need to talk’ means. And right now I need to be inside you more than I need to know what’s on your mind. We can talk after.”
This time he let her spin to face him. Cal frowned. She really wasn’t going to let this go. He could tell by the furrowed brow and worried look in eyes. He framed her face in his hands, all smooth skin and hazel eyes.
She shook her head. “It can’t wait.”
“Why? Is the problem going somewhere?”
She released the barest sigh. “No, it’s here to stay.”
“Then let’s talk in twenty-four hours.”
She shook her head. “I leave in less than thirty.”
He smoothed his thumbs along her cheekbones. “I’ve missed you more than you need to talk.”
She parted her lips to protest, so he leaned in, silencing her argument with a kiss deep enough to remind her it had been five long weeks since they’d been together. He released her face and grabbed her thick braid, pulling her head back as his mouth tasted her lips, the line of her jaw, and that spot below her earlobe that made her slump against him.
He gripped her tight ass with both hands,
“You’re warming to the idea of having a baby. I can tell.”
“Or maybe I’ve learned arguing the point with you is a fruitless endeavor.” She grinned and decided she’d tell Bridie tomorrow before she left. Someone ought to be over the moon with happiness about these babies. The woman might have her own agenda, but learning grandchildren where in her future would be a sight to behold. Might even be the antidote for Cal’s reaction.
“Most people do see things my way eventually.” Bridie put her hands on her slim hips. “Do you need anything? Something to eat or some champagne?”
Guilt kicked her hard whenever champagne was mentioned. She said a silent prayer she hadn’t hurt the babies as she shook her head. “I’m wiped out. I planned on being asleep by now.”
“I won’t keep you then.” Bridie started for the door, but paused. “Good luck with Callum tomorrow.” She cast a knowing grin before leaving. Mira shook her head, trying to figure out what that was supposed to mean. It wasn’t until she started to walk that she realized she held a protective hand across her still toned belly.
Had Bridie guessed her secret already?
Callum pushed open the door to his penthouse, intent on shouting “Honey, I’m home” for the first time in his life. Only the sight of Mira doing some kind of standing split yoga in his living room left him speechless. And hard as a rock.
“You’re early.” She spoke from her upside-down position, as if it were perfectly natural to have your head by your ankle with the other leg reached to the ceiling. Leggings clung to her from ankle to hip, while her loose pink tank had slipped to expose her lean belly and the bottom of her purple bra.
“No, I’m late. I should have been here yesterday watching you twist yourself around.” He dropped his bags and toed off his loafers.
“True.” She brought her other leg down before he got to her, which ruined his plan of carrying her to the bedroom that way.
“Hello, wife.” He caught her before she could turn around, wrapping his arms around her middle and slipping his hands beneath her tank. Her warm skin was soft beneath his palms.
She tilted her head back to look at him. “I missed you too, Cal.”
“Yeah? Show me.” He leaned into her, her lips parting when they met his. He kissed her slow and deep, until her fingertips grazed the front of his thighs. White-hot need blinded his control. He slid his hands from her belly and under the waistband of her tight leggings.
She broke the kiss and stilled his hands with her own. “Hold on. We need to talk.”
He rubbed his cheek against her silken hair, captured completely in a French braid. “We’re not
that
married.”
“We really are.” She tried to turn, but he held her tighter, pressing his rock-hard cock into the curve of her perfect ass.
“I know what ‘we need to talk’ means. And right now I need to be inside you more than I need to know what’s on your mind. We can talk after.”
This time he let her spin to face him. Cal frowned. She really wasn’t going to let this go. He could tell by the furrowed brow and worried look in eyes. He framed her face in his hands, all smooth skin and hazel eyes.
She shook her head. “It can’t wait.”
“Why? Is the problem going somewhere?”
She released the barest sigh. “No, it’s here to stay.”
“Then let’s talk in twenty-four hours.”
She shook her head. “I leave in less than thirty.”
He smoothed his thumbs along her cheekbones. “I’ve missed you more than you need to talk.”
She parted her lips to protest, so he leaned in, silencing her argument with a kiss deep enough to remind her it had been five long weeks since they’d been together. He released her face and grabbed her thick braid, pulling her head back as his mouth tasted her lips, the line of her jaw, and that spot below her earlobe that made her slump against him.
He gripped her tight ass with both hands,
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