Tempt The Playboy Read Online Natasha Madison (Tempt #2)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Funny, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Tempt Series by Natasha Madison
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Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 82472 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
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“Babycakes, you know this is normal. The doctor said so.” He looks at me while he holds my knee in his hand and puts one hand on my belly. “You made me eat five Philly cheese sandwiches last week just so you could smell it,” he says and the baby kicks his hand, so he leans in, kissing my belly and saying, “Hey there, slugger, can you give your mom a break, please?”

The baby kicks and kicks and punches. I glare at him. “I bet he’s going to like you better than me,” I say and my eyes start to burn. So I blink them faster. “I’m the mom. They are supposed to love the mom more. I mean, look at me,” I say, looking down at my belly. “He’s in me. He should love me more.”

“Kaleigh,” he says, sitting down next to me and then dragging me on him. “He is going to worship the ground you walk on. You will be the reason he smiles and his eyes light up. You will be his whole world.”

I swallow down my tears. “You think so?” I ask him while the baby plays gymnastics in my stomach.

“No, I know so.” He leans in to kiss my lips softly. “Now how about I take you upstairs and run a bath for you?” He kisses my cheek and then my jaw.

“Will you join me?” I ask him. I thought that once we got married and once we got into the hang of things that the sex would stop. I was wrong. We have it more than ever. The only thing we worry about is what positions we can do it in. Missionary is pretty much out of the question since my stomach gets in the way, but we always keep things interesting.

“Is that even a question?” he asks me, getting up and starting to walk to the stairs.

“Wait!” I yell before he gets any farther. “The burgers,” I say, reaching my hand out to the air while he turns around to come back to the table.

“You’re going to bring the burgers in the bath with us?” he asks, walking upstairs.

I tilt my head to the side. “No, silly, that will get them wet. I’m going to eat them after.”

“Whatever you want, babycakes.” And just like that I feel more in love with him. “We can’t fill the tub too much. We almost flooded the kitchen last time.”

“That was all your fault. You teased me to no end.” I smile, thinking of when he came into the tub and decided to ‘wash me.’

“I wanted to make sure that pussy was extra clean. It’s not my fault the soap got all slippery and I had to rub places.” He leans in, licking my ear. “You loved every second of it.” His hot words in my ear make my body shiver. “You want that again, me washing your pussy, my fingers going in and out of you while you have your feet on each side of the tub, open for me, your clit.” And that is the last of what he has to say because I turn around and attack his mouth with mine. And I make him wash me till I turn around and ride him so hard, we actually do flood the kitchen this time.

I’m sitting in the middle of the bed when he finally comes upstairs after having a guy come out and check out the mess. “Jesus, did you finish it all?” he says while seeing the empty pizza box in front of me.

“It’s not me, it’s the baby.” I start to feel tears come. “I didn’t want to eat it. I told him it wasn’t good.” I rub my full belly, feeling my boy do cartwheels.

“Honey,” he says, coming closer to me. “It doesn’t matter. Just next time I’ll have to order two meat lovers instead of one,” he says, opening the veggie one, finding it all in one piece. “The things you do for your kids,” he says while eating the veggie pizza.

“Do you think we should have a baby shower?” I turn on my side, watching him eat. “I mean, it’s a normal thing to have.”

“Who wants to throw you a baby shower?” he asks while taking another piece.

“Well, Lauren did actually.” I look at him. “It’s tradition.”

“Oh, I wonder if we can get the same girl Austin got when he ordered the penis balloons.”

“We are not getting penis balloons,” I say, sitting up, my stomach blocking me, having my shoulders slouch.

“Why? He has a penis,” he says, throwing the veggie pizza back into the box. “We have to have some penis decorations.”

I sit here as I scratch my stomach round and round. “I’m leaving everything to Lauren. We need to go and make a register.”

I hear him groan as he rolls to his back. “We barely survived crib shopping.”


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