sister’s baby, her love-life isn’t even on the radar.
Walker has given up on finding her happy-ever-after to focus on her career as
the Bad Girl of Sweets, in walks Dylan James, steaming cup of coffee in his
outstretched hand. Alex has never been the nice sister.
one. The skeptic. Unapproachable.
everyone was so surprised when she offered to carry a baby for her sister,
Beth. Making up for a decade-long feud is bound to take some sacrifices and
after finally burying the hatchet, Alex is ready to put her best sisterly foot
Boston money, and part of the infamous Boston Billionaires Club, Dylan doesn’t
have a lot of free time and he definitely doesn’t have time to hang around a
coffee shop that’s not even in his neighborhood, waiting for the Bad Girl of
Sweets to deliver her weekly confections. He doesn’t have time until he sees
her and knows he needs to make the time. She’s fiery and fierce, witty and
bright, and that was only their first introduction. Suddenly, chocolate croissants
aren’t all Dylan’s craving.
sure what he’s getting into with Lexi Walker, his Bad Girl of Sweets, but he
knows he’ll take her any way he can get her. Pregnant with someone else’s baby
this in while you can. In a few months, I’ll be like a keg with legs.”
not a big woman to begin with. Not much more than five feet tall, he wasn’t sure how she’d carry a baby without looking like
a keg with legs.
her enough that he wanted to be around to see it.
comes time, I’ll just
roll you down the hall,” he
his jaw, catching a bit of flesh, making him hiss. “Women don’t like jokes about their weight.”
apologies,” he offered.
“But the fact remains.
I’ll take you any way I
can get you, Lex. Pregnant, not pregnant, doesn’t matter. I just want you.” He settled her on the bed, laying
her down and working on the buckle of her heels. “I’ll still want to slide these shoes off your
feet.” He dropped one
to the floor and then the other. “I’ll still want to peel these pants, that do amazing things for your ass,
by the way, off to see what’s underneath.” He
did just that, revealing her short, toned legs, and discarded them with her
shoes. “I’ll still want
to take this off,” he
whispered, tugging her sweater until she let him pull it over her head, “and spread your hair out behind you
on the bed.”
he looked down at her, all spread out like that, he knew he was a goner. She
was smiling up at him, her black hair spread out like an ink puddle underneath
her head. Even her bra and panties were black, the bra having no straps, just a
band across her chest.
underwear were no more than a scrap of fabric.
going to stand there looking at me all night?” she asked, lifting her foot to run a toe across
he admitted, his eyes glued to
her stomach. There was a deep, red mark across her middle, where her pants had
dug into her skin, too tight for the tiny, burgeoning baby bump she sported. It
nearly took his breath away, the significance of what her body was doing. He
spread his fingers across her belly, the little protrusion hard under his hand.
“Don’t wear those pants anymore,” he said quietly. “They’re hurting you.”
pain,” she joked.
serious, Lex.” He
crawled over her, placing a kiss on the soft skin of her stomach. She even
smelled sweet there, like sugar and comfort. “No more of this.” He ran his fingers along the indent and then
met her eyes. “No more.”
a leg around him, the silky skin of her thigh against his side.
she reasoned. “But yeah, I won’t wear those ones anymore. Too fat
he argued, his hand splayed
across the bump. Too amazing, he thought.
a sometimes writer with an all the time imagination.
found at the grocery store or driving her kids from place to place. More often
than not, she can be seen typing away in the waiting rooms of local gymnastics
gyms or dance studios.
business owner, writer, taxi driver, accidental chicken lady.
aside from writing, include: weeping to the latest episode of This is
Us, scouring Amazon for her latest read, and perusing Pinterest for
projects she has no intention of doing.