The silence is deafening, only the sound of our breathing can be heard. Unable to hold my anger in any longer I turn and storm toward her. Even with a tear-streaked face, she has never been more beautiful to me, but that beauty means nothing if she doesn’t return my love. Gripping her by the shoulders, I begin to shake her.
“Say something. Anything. Just explain to me what I did wrong, where I went wrong. Why did you stop loving me so suddenly?”
“I love you, Theo. I’m so sorry, but I was scared to tell you. To tell you … I’m pregnant.”
I smash my lips to hers, pouring all my pain and frustrations from the last few days into this one kiss. Luckily, she doesn’t resist me. Releasing her shoulders, I slide my hands down her back and pull her tightly into my chest.
We break apart only slightly, gasping for air. “You are in so much trouble, cookie. I happen to have my paddle in my suitcase. Someone has been a very bad girl.”
Her tinkling laughter fills the room, bringing a smile to my face. I bury my nose into her hair, breathing her scent in. “I was afraid I had lost you.” I begin nibbling down her neck, suddenly more occupied with the way her skin tastes than on why she was ignoring me.
“Did you even hear what I said?” she asks as I back her slowly toward the bed.
“That you love me. There were some other words after that, but my brain short-circuited in relief once those words passed your lips.”
Morgan pushes on my chest gently, halting me in my tracks. “I’m pregnant, Theo. You’re going to be a father.”
I give her a gentle push causing her to tumble back onto the bed. “You’ve made me the happiest man in the world.” I begin to unbutton my shirt. “But don’t think because you are having my baby you get out of getting punished. I just have to get a little creative now.”
Morgan begins to giggle again as I cover her body with mine. “Yes, Daddy.”
About AJ
AJ Alexander is a wannabe psychologist, writer, and author of the recently completed, Odd Jobs Series.
AJ’s passion is writing angst-filled, happily ever afters that have to be earned by her characters. Women with no backbone need not apply. AJ uses sarcasm and an unlimited supply of song lyrics to bring her romance novels to life.
AJ lives in the angst capital of the world, Seattle Washington with her own personal knight in shining armor and her two beautiful girls.
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Sweetest Sin
Sienna Snow
She's the woman of my dreams.
The one I never should have touched.
The one who owns my soul.
There is nothing I wouldn't do to keep her.
Even play a game, where winner takes all.
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Hagen
Holy fuck. It was her. The woman of my dreams.
She was gorgeous beyond belief. Golden skin deepened to a darker tanned hue from the Seychelles sun and eyes so green they looked almost artificial. She had a petite frame that barely came up to my chest. She wore a low-cut ocean-blue dress, accentuating her ample curves, something that would be considered too revealing if she’d worn it anywhere else but on a tropical island vacation.
She had no idea of her appeal and was completely oblivious to the attention she garnered from the men in the bar. Men who I wanted to punch for looking in her direction.