A Baby for the Bad Boy (A Bad Boy Romance: Dominick and Linden, book THREE) Read Online Free Page B

how much I liked it.
    I did like her gorgeous ass and the deer-like way she walked, carefully putting one foot in front of the other.
    God she was magnificent, and the more we talked, the more wine flowed, and the more time she was in my presence, the more I leaned to the side of fucking her.
    Erring on the side of caution for her safety didn’t seem half as important as overcoming the ache I had inside, the ache that would only be alleviated once I plunged myself deep inside of her and had her at last.

Chapter Seven
Linden
     
    “Are you sure you’ve had enough?” Dom asked me before clearing away my plate. He was being the consummate gentleman, and I could finally see his wealthy upbringing shining through.
    It was apparently in all his artwork, his taste in decorating, even just the location of his penthouse. I couldn’t even fathom how much his place would have cost, it was worth millions more than our shabby little place.
    Even his dining table and cutlery, it all felt weighted with wealth, everything in his penthouse felt expensive.
    Except for me.
    Being here among his things, in his world, it made me feel ugly and out of place. I could feel at home on the back of his bike, in Fat Boys pub, even running guns with him, I felt normal when he was being a gritty, bad ass biker.
    It was here that I felt out of place, among his beautiful, fancy things, next to him as a gentleman. He was all good manners and grace, kind and soft around me when he was in his element.
    It was unsettling, it made me feel big and ungainly, clumsy and poor.
    “I couldn’t eat another thing or I’ll explode,” I said, rubbing my belly. “That was amazing though.”
    “More wine?” he asked, holding the second bottle out over my glass. I smiled and tilted it to be filled again.
    It was delicious, much better than the cheap super market wine I’d had in my life so far. I’d never understood what the big deal about wine was until now.
    I took a sip, swirled it around my mouth and swallowed. I looked up and noticed him watching me with a crooked smile.
    “What?” I asked, my face heating up and going red again. I wondered if there was ever a time I wouldn’t feel awkward around him.
    “You’re adorable,” he said, “you look like you really enjoy that. The look on your face is pure bliss.”
    “It is really tasty,” I replied, looking down.
    He took the dishes to the sink and started washing them. I stood up and moved to help him, but he turned around and said, “Don’t even think about it. You take yourself and that glass of wine and go run yourself a bubble bath. The guest suite is down the same hall as the washroom, but the door at the very end. There’s a private washroom with a soaker tub overlooking the city. Go, relax, darlin. You’ll feel better for it.”
    “I don’t mind helping,” I said but secretly hoped he would turn me down. The bath sounded perfect, but I couldn’t help myself, I’d spent my entire life helping others and felt compelled to do so now.
    “Just go before I drag you down there and throw you in the bath right now,” Dom grinned. “There are clothes in the closet too, find yourself something to sleep in and a nice robe for after the bath.”
    “Fine, send me to absolute luxury,” I laughed. “I’ll do my best to enjoy it.”
    I wandered down to the guest suite holding my glass of wine, admiring the paintings and photographs on the wall as I went.
    I stopped in front of one showing three little boys, two identical and the third a little younger.
    I could tell Dominick was one of the older boys, but I wasn’t sure which one. I hadn’t realized he was a twin though, that only served to make him seem much more appealing, I didn’t know why.
    I opened the door to the guest suite and gasped. It was glorious, like some kind of high-end hotel room. I giggled and turned around, taking it all in.
    I set my wineglass on a side table and jumped into the middle of the massive bed, rolled around on