Filthy Beautiful Lust (Filthy Beautiful Lies, #3)

I think my ovaries just melted. “What?”

“I think Max should have a little brother or sister, don’t you?”

Dear God, what is he saying? My mouth opens, then closes, like a fish gasping for air. “Y-yes, someday, but we’re not even married.” Why I just said that, I have no idea. I’m smart enough to know that people don’t have to be married to have a baby. Elan and I were never married, and Max is the best thing that’s ever happened to me. Aside from Pace.

Pace just smiles knowingly at me. “I’m just saying, it might be a good idea to stop taking your birth control pills. We could pull the goalie, so to speak, and see what happens.” The light flickering in his eyes tells me that he’s secretly in love with this idea. A warm tingling sensation spreads through me. I don’t know if it’s the champagne, or the deep love and adoration I feel emanating from this beautiful man.

I’m so thrown off by him wanting another baby, I haven’t even been able to process his statement about buying us a home. One thing at a time. “This new home idea,” I say. “Tell me more.”

“I’m thinking we each sell our places, and move into a new home that we pick out together.”

His idea is actually a good one. Someplace fresh where we can both start over. And if we’re looking ahead to the long term, room for another baby is probably a smart idea too. There is one thing that bugs me, though.

“When you said that you would buy us a home…I want to be in this fifty-fifty with you.”

His mouth curls up in a grin. “So you’re in?”

“I’m in. Except for the baby part, I’ve just barely lost the baby weight, so forgive me if I’m not jumping for joy at the thought of gaining another forty pounds and toting around a big belly, with a toddler on my hip.” Plus Max is still in diapers. Maybe we can wait a little while, for my sanity’s sake. Pace chuckles and I swat at his shoulder. “Why are you laughing?”

“I’m just picturing you barefoot and pregnant,” he says, with a wide smile. “And I like it.”

“You pig,” I murmur, but I’m unable to hide my smile.

Pace moves closer and places his hand on my stomach. “I don’t care how much weight you gain or lose, and for the record, I can’t wait to see you with a big belly, knowing I put a life inside of you.”

His words warm my heart, but before I have time to respond, the limo pulls to a stop. I glance out the heavily tinted windows and am surprised to see we’re parked near a plane. “What’s this?” I ask.

The limo driver parks and Pace opens the door. “Remember when I said we were going to have fun tonight?”

I nod.

“I meant all night. It’s an overnight date. Lynn is staying the night with Max. We’re headed to Napa Valley for a wine tasting and dinner, and a night alone in a hotel. Is that okay with you?”

“I…I…” The thought of staying an entire night alone with Pace is intoxicating.

“Max will be in good hands,” he says. “And so will you.”

I swallow and follow him from the limo to the jet, still in a state of shock.

“Is this a private plane?” I ask.

He nods. “It’s Colton’s.”

“I don’t have an overnight bag,” I say, stopping at the stairs that lead to the jet.

“Already taken care of.”

“You packed for me?” I ask, spinning to face him.

He meets my eyes. “I told you I would always take care of you.”

I swallow as a sudden rush of emotion hits me. He’s planned everything out so carefully tonight and just knowing the time and care he put into this date makes me weak in the knees. In everything he does, I can feel his love for me. It’s not in his words, it’s in his actions. It’s always been that way, I realize.

After a short flight, with more champagne, and a delicious wine tasting where the sommelier paired fancy wines with scrumptious foods from the menu, we are full, happy, and slightly tipsy.

Pace and I spent most of dinner discussing which areas we would like to live and the features of our new dream home.

“Do you remember that night at the gala?” I ask, once we’re back inside of yet another limo, this one taking us to our hotel for the night.

Pace’s deep blue eyes have been on mine almost the entire night – and his attention is dizzying. “Of course. What about it?”

“You brought that terrible date.” I giggle. Platinum blonde hair, large double-D breasts and not an ounce of fat or jiggle anywhere on her body.

He groans. “The date from hell,” he agrees.

I recall how he spent a good portion of the evening talking to me, even though he was there with another woman. “Did you have sex with her that night?” I hadn’t meant to ask that, but the words roll off my wine-loosened tongue before I can take them back.

“Do you really want to know?” he asks, his tone low.

I wince. Geez, maybe not. I give a careful nod.

Pace looks out the window, looking a little lost. “We didn’t have intercourse.” He doesn’t say anything more, and I don’t pry. I don’t want to ruin this perfect evening with talk of our exes. I’m just feeling nostalgic about how much Pace has evolved from the man I first met.

I reach over and take his hand in mine. “I love you no matter what.” We just recently started saying the L word to each other, and each time my belly does a happy little flip. “All the baggage in the world couldn’t keep me from you. Besides, I have baggage of my own.”ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

“Max is not baggage. He’s a bonus. I’ve told you that.” Pace brings my hand to his mouth and kisses the back of it, his eyes lingering on mine. “What I remember best about that night at the gala is how completely stunning and classy you were. The moment I saw you, my mouth went dry and I was at a loss for words. My heart started beating too damn fast and I had no idea what was happening. I think I fell in love with you right then.”

I smirk. “I think you weren’t used to a woman telling you no.”

“Hell no I wasn’t.” He treats me to a gorgeous smile, the light, playful mood of this evening returning between us. His eyes linger on mine, turning serious. “Did you take your birth control pill yet today?” he asks.

“Pace!” I smack his shoulder again. “Yes. I did.” I had no idea he’d want another baby so quickly. It’s actually quite sweet. I can picture his big hands cradling a tiny newborn, and my chest feels tight. “But since I didn’t pack my pills…” I grin.

Pace’s answering smile is wide and lights up his entire face. Heaven help me, will I ever be able to say no to this man?