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“Come, baby,” he growled. “Come so I can feel you on my bare cock.”
There was nothing holding me back. I was an avalanche of orgasms all afternoon. One after another. Every time I thought I was finished, Jeremy climbed back on top of me and gave me one more intense than the last. We fucked in the shower. We fucked on the side of the bed. We walked to the kitchen for lunch and he fucked me on the table. We had an appetite for each other that was ravaging. It was fierce. It was atomic.
And I loved every single second of it.
20
Jeremy
Sasha tapped her foot. I hated it when she did that. “Well?” she snapped. “What are you going to do? Victor is talking to Stepp again. Everyone knows. Stepp has made it public knowledge.”
“Call our attorney. He needs to send a reminder of our contract, but in legalese.”
I looked at my watch. I wanted to talk strategy, but I had an appointment with Evie. If I didn’t meet her at Dr. Simon’s office, they’d both kill me.
“Where are you going?”
I closed my laptop. “Appointment,” I explained. “We can discuss it when I get back.”
“Unless you are having a root canal, there is nothing more important than this.”
“It’s Evie’s six-month exam. Twenty-six weeks,” I corrected. I was still trying to convince her to let Dr. Simons tell us the baby’s gender. Everyone in the OB office knew but us. “I have to be there. This is not negotiable.”
“In Russia, women handle these things with other women. Strong women don’t need men to hold their hands.” It was a dig about Evie, but I wouldn’t take the bait. There weren’t many women stronger than Evie. Sasha hadn’t done much to soften her jealousy.
“We’re not in Russia, Sasha. American women want their husbands involved.” I reached for my phone. I had no idea if she was telling the truth. “Besides that, I want to be there. I want to see the ultrasound. It’s my baby.”
She sighed. “Three months until the inheritance?”
I nodded. “That’s right.”
She might not care anything else for my child, but she knew it was our final ticket to purchasing the team. If we could hold Scout’s investors together for a few more months, the deal would be done and the fucking games with Stepp could end. I’d have my team. I’d have everything.
I had tried like hell to work less and spend more time with Evie at home. I didn’t miss TV binge night. I didn’t miss doctor appointments. We flew to Newton Hills for her father’s sixtieth birthday.
I was there when she asked me to be, but I saw the look in her eyes every time I left. I couldn’t be in two places at once.
I raced out of the office building.
I looked down when my phone rang. Shit.
“Yeah?”
I pushed past a couple of guys talking about last night’s game. I could jog to Dr. Simon’s.
“Jeremy, it’s Byron Lancaster.”
“What do you need, Byron?” I wasn’t in the mood for his shit.
“Seems there’s a complication of the execution of funds.”
“What in the hell are you talking about?” I paused at the crosswalk and waited for the signal. “The paperwork is rock solid. You have copies of our marriage certificate. You have Evie’s bloodwork and a signed affidavit from her doctor. You had the due date before her parents. The day our baby is born, I expect a deposit in full.”
“I’ve been made aware of new information.”
“What kind of information?”
“I need the results of a paternity test before I’ll move anything on the Hartwell estate end.”
