Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27317 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27317 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
“We can do it anywhere I want, kitten,” I told her smugly. “You want me to prove it?”
Her expression said she was torn, and I laughed before picking up her bra and helping her put it on.
“We have other shit to do before we get to that part. The next time I get you naked, I don’t want to be rushed. I’m going to take you all night long, and I might even tie you to the bed to make sure you’re still there in the morning.” Although, I had a different and much more binding tie in mind.
7
Aiden
“Um, don’t you think we should talk about all this before we go…you know…doing anything? We need to figure out how to handle my dad.”
“Don’t worry about anything, kitten.” I used a soothing tone as I pulled her shirt down over her head. “I’ll take care of everything. You just focus on cooking our little bean.”
Bianca snorted and let me help her off the table so she could step into her flowy, bright-yellow summer skirt. “It pretty much cooks itself, Aiden.”
“Hmm,” I answered noncommittally.
Once she was dressed, I grabbed her purse from a hook by the door and took her hand. I didn’t let go as I led her out of the room and back through the waiting area.
Margaret beamed at us as we walked up to the counter.
“You two are a beautiful couple, if you don’t mind me saying. I can only imagine what gorgeous babies you’ll make.”
“Thank you,” I said, returning her smile. “And thank you for…earlier.” I winked, making her blush. It looked cute on a woman her age and made me want to laugh, but I didn’t want to embarrass her.
She looked at Bianca, her expression soft as she asked, “You need an appointment for next month?
“Yes, please.” Bianca’s gaze bounced between Margaret and me, clearly confused.
“Okay, dear. Let’s see…” Margaret typed away on her computer, but she was obviously a multitasking chitchatter. “When is the wedding? Are you both excited?”
Bianca blanched and choked on her quick inhale, leading to a coughing fit. I patted her on the back, then rubbed soothing circles to help her calm down.
“It will be here before she knows it,” I stated.
Margaret gave Bianca a sympathetic smile. “Don’t worry, dear. Every bride is nervous before her wedding. But you’ve clearly picked a good one.” She pulled a card from the small plastic holder on the desktop and wrote a date and time on it. “Here you are! We’ll see you back soon!”
I cupped Bianca’s elbow and guided her toward the exit. She didn’t protest or try to pull away, but I wasn’t sure if it was because she was still in shock. While we waited for the slowest elevator in the world, I slipped my arm around her shoulders and tucked her into my side.
She finally found her voice and croaked, “Married?”
I laughed and kissed her nose. “I don’t know why you’re so surprised, kitten. You’re the mother of my child, so of course we’re getting married.” The lift arrived, and the door glided open, so I waited until we were closed up inside before crowding her up against a wall. “Don’t you want to marry me, kitten?” I coaxed, my voice deep and sensual. She shivered, and I hid my grin by burying my face in her neck and placing little kisses on the sensitive skin there.
“Yes,” she acknowledged breathlessly. “But—”
“Good,” I murmured, cutting off whatever she was about to say. The elevator came to a halt at the perfect moment, and I kept her close as we made our way outside.
A black Town Car was idling at the curb, and the moment we hit the sun, a middle-aged woman with a professional air wearing a sharp black suit exited the driver’s side. She wore her light blond hair in a tight bun, but that was the only severe thing about her. Milly had been with my family for years as an assistant to our housekeeper, and her husband drove a cab. She had experience driving most types of vehicles, and when I’d been in a pinch with my driver a few times, she’d stepped in. She’d liked the stability of being in one place with a regular schedule because she had a family. But her kids were in college now, so a couple of years ago, I offered her the position of my full-time driver. If I was overly busy, then her husband would just hop in the car and come with us so they could spend time together.
I’d never regretted the choice.
Milly smiled brightly as she came around the car and joined us on the sidewalk. “You must be Bianca,” she greeted my girl warmly.
“She is,” I confirmed. “Bianca, this is Milly. She gets me where I need to go on time, or else I would be late everywhere if left to my own devices. You’ll meet Fred and Geoff another time. Other than Milly, you are only to get in the car with one of them or Milly’s husband, Lance. They will take you anywhere you need to go and know how to protect you.”