“Baby, you keep doing that and we are going to need Giana to get her ass in here to take care of baby girl." He palmed my ass."Giana is already here." She knocked on the counter behind us."Thank you, Jesus!" Though, Chris pronounced it Hey-Seuss.Bending, he lifted me onto his shoulder and took long strides to the staircase.”

“Hold onto me baby. I'm going to take care of you." The raspy need in his voice only made me more desperate.”

“Don’t come here again. Ever,” he said, but instead of a threat, this sounded like a declaration of affection.“Beckett, you can kiss my ass,” Livia countered. “I’ll be here if you need me—or if I need you.”Beckett winked before growling angrily, surveying the parking lot, and turning to go back inside.”

“Shura,” she whispered. “I’m going to have a baby.”At first she didn’t think Alexander heard her, he was mute so long. “You what?” he said in horror.“I’m going to have a baby,” she mouthed, her shoulders quaking, her swollen lips quivering.”

“I’m going to kick his ass for touching you,” he growls. “And for wrecking my bike.”“I’m glad I came first in that sentence.”“Baby, you always come first.”

“He stalked up behind her to clench her hips, and she stilled.In a breathy voice, she asked, "You're going to make love to me again, aren't you?"In answer,he lifted her onto the counter, tore off her shift, then pressed her naked body back into the blooms.”