Page 19 of Quid Pro Beau

“Did I just pee?” she asks, her voice shrill.

“No. You just squirted. Right in my fucking mouth too.”

“Should I apologize?”

“Never. It was the hottest fucking thing ever. Made me come in my boxers.” I give her pussy a sweet kiss, then climb up from the bed. I walk to my dresser and grab another pair of boxers. I drop my wet ones and then walk to the bathroom. “Wait there, beautiful. I’m going to get something to clean you off.”

“You have a really spectacular ass, Beau Stevens,” she says.

I chuckle. “Thank you.” I clean myself off, then put on the new boxers. “You have a really spectacular everything, Daisy Harrington.”

If I knew for certain that beneath the bone and sinew and skin of my chest beat an actual heart, I’d know it belonged to her. But am I really enough for this amazing woman?

Probably not.

chapter eleven

Daisy

We woke up late.

The two insomniacs who’ve had clandestine midnight kitchen meetings since we’ve been cohabitating, overslept. We woke up not wrapped up in each other, like you read about in some books. But somehow we were holding hands.

I wasn’t sure how the morning would go after me sleep molesting him last night and then him eating me out like it was an Olympic sport. He legitimately won the Gold, just so we’re clear on that.

I’m not one to compare lovers. Especially since I’ve had exactly two and Beau and I haven’t even had actual sex yet. But Timothy went down on me a few times and he was so persnickety about everything—the taste, the smell, the hair. It made me self-conscious and I never could get into it. I probably should have known then that he was a selfish ass.

But I’d just assumed that guys who really enjoyed that sort of thing only lived in romance novels.

I glance over at Beau’s profile. We’re sitting in the waiting room at the doctor’s office. Beau’s legs jiggle as he sits and looks around at all the diagrams on the wall of the female reproductive system.

“You could have waited in your truck,” I tell him. “I’m sorry if this is making you uncomfortable.”

He looks at me. “I’m not uncomfortable. Did you want me to go wait outside? You had mentioned being nervous, so I guess I assumed you wanted me to go in there with you.”

“That is what I wanted. But only if it’s not weird for you.”

He cups my face and gives me a sweet smile and holy dimples, Batman, I am in so much trouble. My stupid, stupid heart is falling for this big guy, but this is a non-starter.

No man is going to want to hitch his wagon to my proverbial cart. Especially when I’m having another man’s baby.

This thing between me and Beau is clearly just insane sexual chemistry.

“Daisy Harrington,” the technician calls from the doorway.

I stand and hold my hand out to Beau. I do want him in there with me. I’m tired of trying to be brave all the time and do all of this alone. There will be plenty of time later for me to buck up and be a good single mom. Right now I want at least the illusion of having a partner.

He threads our fingers together and we follow the tech back to the exam room. It’s a special room for the 3D scanner.

The lights in the ultrasound room are dimmed low, a soft glow surrounding the high-tech equipment. I lie back on the exam table, tugging my shirt up over the curve of my belly. Beau sits down beside me and takes my hand again like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

The technician—a kind-looking woman with silver-framed glasses and a calming voice—smiles as she pulls on gloves.

“Alright, we’re going to take a look at your little one today. Dad, are you ready?”

Beau stiffens for half a second, then glances at me. I expect him to correct her. But he doesn’t, instead he nods.

“Yes, ma’am,” he says, voice gravelly but warm. “Been ready.”