“Do you mind me asking about the baby’s father? I don’t mean to overstep. I just want to know what I’m dealing with.” He actually blushes at that, and I can’t help but smirk at his obvious discomfort in asking.

“I don’t mind. He…uh, he passed away earlier this year. It wasn’t a planned pregnancy, and unfortunately, I never had a chance to tell him.” I can feel the familiar tears burning my nose and threatening to fall from my eyes, but I quickly blink them back and push off the nagging guilt that my child’s father isn’t ever going to be here.

“Oh God, I’m so sorry.” His eyes flash with embarrassment and sympathy, and I reach out to grab his hand—reassuring him that he hasn’t offended me.

“It’s okay. You didn’t know. I’ve had time to come to terms with it, and I’m excited for he or she to come.”

“I can imagine. I’ve got to say, if you hadn’t told me about the baby, I never would have guessed you were expecting.”

“Oh trust me, you can definitely tell. I swear, if my feet swell any more, I’ll end up barefoot before I even hit the halfway mark,” I laugh and go to take another bite of my burger when I notice that Phil’s gone oddly silent.

His eyes, which had a spark of heat behind them, are now full-out blaring.

“Are you okay?” I question.

He doesn’t say anything for the longest time. His jaw ticks a few times and his eyes just burn into mine. It isn’t until he reaches under the table with one tan forearm to obviously adjust himself that the alarm bells start going off.

And to think, it was going so well.

“Phil?”

“What? Oh, Jesus. I’m sorry. Look, I’m going to be honest with you because I feel like we should start our relationship with complete honesty.” He pauses, looks me dead in the eyes, and waits a beat. I’m still stuck back at relationship, so it takes me a second to realize that he’s still talking. “…I don’t even know when it started.”

“When what started? I’m sorry. I spaced out there for a second,” I apologize.

“I can imagine. It’s pretty hot, isn’t it?” He wiggles his eyebrows, and I notice for the first time how perfectly shaped they are.

“What is pretty hot?”

“Tell me please. What color are they?” he practically pants.

“Phil, stick with me, okay? What is hot and what color are you talking about?”

Frustration is getting the best of me, and I can feel my crazy pregnancy hormones kicking in because I’m two seconds away from throwing my burger in his face. Which would be a shame because it really is delicious.

“Your toes. God, just the thought of them swollen and ripe has my mouth watering. I bet they’re red hot and juicy, aren’t they?” He hisses out a breath, and I can see his forearm flex.

I have to fight back a gag when I picture what his hand is clearly doing under the table…at the thought of my toes?!

“I can’t wait to get those little piggies in my mouth,” he moans. “Get them all wet and let you take over from there.”

“Excuse me?” I shriek, drawing the attention of the nearby tables.

He doesn’t even seem fazed when his eyes darken even more. “Babe, let’s get the check. My ass is clenching just imagining you sticking those feet near my body.”

Holy. Shit.

There is no freaking way he is serious right now.

“It’s got you hot, doesn’t it? Thinking about me sucking on your feet until your toes, your swollen toes, are nice and wet? It has me so turned on right now that I bet I won’t even need to use lube this time.”

“Phil, I think you have definitely got the wrong impression here. These piggies aren’t going anywhere near any hole you have in your body.”

Looking around frantically, I catch the eye of our waitress and signal that we need the check. I look over at Phil—disgusting, perverted, foot-fetish Phil—and pray that she hurries the hell up.

Chapter 10 – Asher

I’ve been in a foul mood since Chelcie and I shared that kiss. All I can think about is how she melted into my body, just as hot as I was to see where that kiss was going. The last thing I’d expected was for her to pull the emergency brake on it.

How she can possibly think that I find her anything close to chubby is beyond me. Her body has curves in every place that is meant to drive a man wild. Just thinking about my hands holding her hips as I take her… Goddamn, it’s the hottest thing that’s been playing on repeat since the first time I saw her bend over to pick something up.