“How do you know that?” He shakes his head. “Nolan’s a small town. How the hell are we going to generate enough business?”
“The guy you work for right now is a subpar mechanic and a total putz.Hemanages to get enough cars through each week to keep going.”
“Yeah, because he pays his employees shit salaries.”
“Something you won’t have to put up with if you start your own business.”
He clenches his jaw.
“Baby…” I put my firm voice on. It’s time to really sell this thing. “You’re going to be so good, and our services will be so much better than anyone else’s in town. We’ll have people lining up to get their cars and bikes looked after by you. I can be in charge of accounts and marketing. You know I’m great with numbers and business strategy. Plus, I understand how people tick, and I can get them through our doors.”
“I just…” He lets out a long sigh, rubbing a hand over my belly again. “I can’t do anything to screw up this family. You all deserve the best, and?—”
“We got it.” I smile at him. “We got it inyou.” Tipping my head, I brush my thumb across his downturned lips. “You are the best for us, Carson McAvoy. We don’t want anyone else. Just you.”
His lips start to curl in the right direction.
“And I believe in you. I believe in us and what we can achieve together.”
With a little twitch of his nose, he gives me a doubtful frown. “You won’t get sick of me? If we do this, we’ll be workingandliving together.”
I make a face, pretending to think it over before darting my eyes back to him. “Well… you are my favorite, so I think we’re gonna be okay. And if I get sick of your grumpy ass, I’ll just kick it for ya, and then we’ll be good to go again.”
“You’re gonna kick my ass?” He reaches for mine, giving it a firm squeeze.
I laugh. “You bet I am.”
With a playful growl, he pulls me toward him, crushing his mouth to mine and laying me back down on the bed.
I go willingly, my body still hot for this man, even with my big belly in the way.
Our teasing kisses soon turn serious, the heat between us rising in a flash as he lies beside me, caressing my curves and gently sucking my neck.
Delicious tendrils of pleasure cascade through my body, and I lift my T-shirt, giving him easy access to all my sweet spots.
He moans in appreciation, diving for my eager nipples while I cup the back of his head and drown in these heady sensations.
“Yes, Caveman,” I whisper.
“So fucking hot, Kitten.” He nibbles his way to my other breast and gives it a thorough taking care of before licking a path over my rounded stomach and heading south.
Yes, please!
A shot of glee whistles through me, but it’s cut short by a turning of the door handle.
“Shit,” Carson whispers, rushing to pull down my nightshirt and make me decent.
His boxer shorts are tented as he sits up in bed, and I can’t help a soft giggle.
“What?”
He follows my line of sight, glancing down and swearing again as he pulls the covers up just as a head of black curls pops through the door.
He’ll be softening already. Kids do that to an erection. They can kill a mood in two seconds flat.
Portia’s big blue eyes are wide and sleepy as she stares across the room at us.
“What’s up, blueberry?” Carson asks.
