Baby Daddy (Bad Boy Billionaires Book 4)

By: Jessa James

He tells Jack something about the horse needing a break and crawls closer to my station at the back of the living room. His hair is rumpled and he’s still wearing his sweats, but the way they move, I just know he’s thinking about me. There’s already a slight bulge in the front as he approaches and I can’t help but smile to myself.

Wyatt wraps my legs with his arms, forcing me to abandon my laundry. I lean forward and wrap my arms around him, smelling the scent of his as I bury my face in his neck.

Annabelle makes a sound meant for a teenager, scoffing at us as she gathers up her very serious art materials and storms to the kitchen. Wyatt chuckles, not turning to watch her go. He trails kisses from my neck down to my very pregnant belly, planting a loud smack right on our little boy’s foot under my shirt. I feel the baby push back a little, saying hello to his daddy.

Wyatt returns to kissing me and leaves trailing, hot sensations down the curve of my neck, my ear, and my chin. Finally, he rests on my mouth, giving me a taste of things to come tonight.

“You’re beautiful, you know that?” he whispers in my ear as his big, masculine hands circle my belly.

“You’re just trying to get laid,” I whisper back, and he smiles impishly. He drops back to all fours, crawls over to our two youngest children, and resumes playing. But I don’t miss it when his eyes drift up to meet mine.

Wyatt winks softly at me and mouths, “I love you” over Jack’s head.

I smile into my laundry basket, nod, and look up at him.

“I love you, too, Wyatt,” I mouth back at him, and we beam at one another.

Maybe four babies isn’t enough, I think as I return to my folding.