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man was dropping names.

“You seem surprised,” he commented, which caused me to laugh.

Shrugging my shoulders, I sighed. “Well, yeah. I know this is one arrangement, but the business dealings—I did not expect that.”

“In full transparency, it’s not done with the best of intentions. You’re the woman that will have my child, and it is in my best interest to keep you and my child near me. If you have business in London, then that is better for me.”

Good point.

“Well, it still was unexpected. But thank you.”

Jacquez continued to look at me, but I was not sure what else we needed to discuss.

“I can have my secretary send over the details on Monday so we can start.” I filled the dead space.

“Okay,” Jacquez responded. “We have a deal.” His hand reached out, like he wanted to shake mine.

Smiling, I shook his, to show that I was on board, but I should have known. He jerked me across the couch so that I landed right on top of him.

“Fuck,” I exhaled.

“Precisely,” he said before capturing my lips with his.

He was a master kisser, that was for sure. Yet, with all of that, I pushed away and said, “I’m not ovulating.”

“So?” He moved forward, causing me to go up on my knees on the couch.

Then Jacquez began to unbutton my blouse, unlatch my bra, and take my nipple between his teeth.

“Soon these will be filled with milk for our child.” He squeezed them, and damn if that didn’t turn me on.

Then he grabbed my ass and squeezed it tight.

“So—” I cleared my voice. “Just for clarity, because we didn’t discuss this. We have sex on ovulating days? And non-ovulating days?”

This stopped him in his tracks, which was his mouth moving to my other breast.

“Are you fucking someone else on non-ovulating days?” he asked with those piercing green eyes.

“Well, I don’t know. That’s why I’m asking.” I was testing the waters as he abruptly stood up.

“Sheryl, do not fuck with me.” He was glaring. “We discussed this in our 3-, 6-, and 9-month plan. We’re exclusive, and I mean that we fuck each other exclusively. Ovulating”—he pulled me to my feet—“or non-ovulating days. My dick is hard as fuck.”

Raising an eyebrow, I turned and said, “Well, you got until Monday before we start this arrangement to go get what you need.”

There was a growl, and it wasn’t our stomachs, because we’d eaten well. That meant it was him growling.

“Why must you always be so fucking sassy?” He moved into my space, so our noses were centimeters apart.

“It’s not sass,” I told him. “I am simply making a suggestion that I plan to take. My pussy is wet, but I have no expectations that you will satisfy that. Well, not until Monday, anyway.”

Jacquez licked my lips, then chuckled.

Oh boy.

Chapter Six

Jacquez Costa

Sheryl South, the strong woman who was a ball buster, was showing herself right now. Using technicalities and attempting to throw me off my game. Internally, I thought it was funny, but she had to learn a thing about me. I did not come from London to play any bloody games with her.

“Woman,” I said in a low hiss. “I’m not sure how you play your cat and mouse games with the men you frolic around with. That’s not me, and if we’re going to do this, we need to be very clear. Say what you mean and mean what you say. I did not fly thirty-five hundred miles over here to go fuck some floozy I do not know. I came over here to bury my hard dick into the woman that will be the mother of my child. That’s you. Any further questions?”

She stared at me as if she wanted to slap the shit out of me, but I had something for her ass.

“You are such an asshole,” Sheryl sneered.

“I’ve been told,” was my reply. “Now, lead the way to your bedroom, so I can play with your asshole.”

She blinked, then the heat hit her eyes, and I knew I’d just touched a nerve. With a huff, she pushed past me and went up the wide turning stairs. With a smirk on my face, I followed until we entered a bedroom that was fit for a queen. There was a canopy bed with pink sheer drapes hanging from the tops in dramatic loops. It was cute in a girlie sort of way. As soon I crossed over the threshold, she turned and said, “No jokes about my bed. I like it.”

“No problem, princess,”