Baby I'm Yours
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“Start from the beginning. I’ll listen to whatever you have to say. About us. About our future.” He eyed her, giving her his full attention.
Clarice was quiet for a second more and then she turned her head to face Hunter.
“Hunter, I have values.” She began. “The reason I asked you to not have sex with me up until our baby is born is because I’m scared.”
“What are you scared of, baby?” he asked, gently squeezing her hand to reassure her he was right here, that she didn’t have to be afraid.
“I’m scared you might leave me,” she said. “And if I were to give you my body, then I would dishonor myself. I’ve been brought up in the traditional Cambodian way. We value our bodies. I can only give my body to the person I love.”
“Oh, Clarice.” Hunter sighed, hugging her body closer to him. “I would never leave you. I love you.”
“But what if you see another woman?” Clarice argued.
“My eyes can’t see another woman.” Hunter reassured her, hugging her closer. “My eyes can only see you. I would never cheat on you. I know I’m used to being a Casanova, but not anymore. I promise you I’ll be faithful to you. Even if you don’t believe me now, give me until our baby is born. I want to prove to you that I’m your man. I’m all yours. My heart, body, and soul—it’s all yours to keep.”
“Hunter.” Tears glazed her eyes. “Even just up until our baby is born?” she asked softly, displaying her true inner self, trying to get a firm grip on their new situation.
“Yes, baby. I promise I’ll be all yours,” Hunter said, brushing his lips against her neck.
Hunter was happy, basking in the glory of being in love and being loved back. But then something sparked within him.
“Baby, you said your culture only allows women to sleep with the man they love. Does that mean you—”
“Oh, Hunter, what shall we have for lunch?” Clarice cut him off just in time. She couldn’t have him finding out she loved him. She was too shy to say it out loud right now.
Hunter smiled, letting the subject go. He’d wait until she was fully confident in his loyalty. Then he’d force her to say it. Instead, he gave her a spellbinding kiss. Clarice welcomed the kiss with both hands, molding her lips to meet Hunter’s. After the intoxicating kiss, she drew back and giggled.
“What are you laughing at?” Hunter asked.
“Nothing.” She shook her head. But Hunter didn’t believe her as he punished her with more kisses all over her face and neck.
“Okay, okay. Fine then,” Clarice said as she tried to wiggle herself away from Hunter’s kisses. “I guess I have to throw away that three-meter rule, and that pillow of course.”
“Definitely, baby. That pillow has to go.” Hunter agreed and trapped her again with more kisses.
Clarice giggled again, worming her way out of his embrace, but Hunter only held tighter, trapping her within his arms, kissing her cheeks, lips, eyes, ears, and nose until he was satisfied.
“Admit it, Clarice. You like me doing this to you, right?” Hunter asked when he was well sated.
Clarice giggled even more as Hunter now decided to blow kisses and grazed his teeth against her naked skin at her shoulder when she didn’t reply.
“No. I’m not going to admit it.” She giggled even louder. “So don’t even try to kiss me there again.”
“Really? You won’t admit it?” he asked cheekily. Hunter had an advantage. After that little nip on her shoulder, Clarice laughed. He knew this must be Clarice’s sensitive spot. And because Hunter had decided she was turning stubborn again, he didn’t stop with his punishment until she gave in, this time giving her more bites along her shoulder.
“Okay, fine, fine. Would you stop doing that biting thing already? I’ll admit it,” Clarice said shyly.
“Aha. Say it. Admit it, then.” Hunter stopped and waited for her reply.
“I enjoyed it. A lot.”
“You…” Hunter couldn’t stop laughing. “Oh, baby, you’re driving me crazy. Let’s do it again. Come on.” He tugged at her, wanting to take her upstairs to their bedroom.
“What!” Clarice whipped her head to meet Hunter’s eyes. “No way. It’s broad daylight, Hunter. We can’t do it right now.”
“Okay. Then tonight. How about that? When it’s dark and cold, I can come to warm you up and then…”
Clarice swatted his hands when he squeezed one of her breasts.
“Sorry, Clarice.” He cheekily apologized but then went back to gently squeeze her breast. “See, baby. After last night, my hand is starting to misbehave. It wants to touch you. Especially right here.” His hand lightly touched the tip of her breast. “See, I can’t control it. It just wants to keep on touching you. There it goes again,” he said as he removed his hand from that particular site and stared at his own hand. “Stop it.” He smacked his hand with his other hand. “I said stop.” He pulled his hand out and reprimanded it, then turned back to Clarice and hugged her again, rocking her body back and forth. “I’m sorry, Clarice, my hands just love touching you too much. Even my lips want to kiss you again. Can I kiss you, Clarice? Can I? Can I?”
What was the point of asking permission when he was already kissing her and hugging her, even touching her breasts? But her stomach couldn’t help fluttering at Hunter’s odd behavior. He really was being like a child. But he was so sincere and sweet that she had to give up. Wanting to give him permission, but too embarrassed since it was in broad daylight, she deliberately turned away, giggling and nodding her head.
This shy and stubborn avocado, oh how I love her, Hunter thought, wanting to scream out his devotion for her.
And life after that was full of flowers blooming for him. Clarice mellowed right into his hands and he himself had never felt so much happiness running through him. This was definitely love.
The delicate vase with the intricate floral design that was backdated to the twentieth century smashed against the wall after Caroline hurled the object in her moment of rage. She turned her fierce eyes on to the man who had brought her the news that caused her tantrum. The man stood meekly to the side, his shoulders hunched forward, giving off a nervous vibe.
“How long has this been going on?” she screeched at the man, her hands holding on to the many pictures of the man she loved and the woman she so despised in the same frame together, all taken at different places and times. For a while now, she knew something was up, but she didn’t expect the man and woman to feel this deeply for one another.
Her guy replied timidly, “For a while now, Miss Caroline.”
Caroline hurled another piece of fine china in the direction of the man. He scarcely made a break as the china grazed his left cheek. A small amount of blood leaked out from the wound.
If he wasn’t so scared of losing his job, he would have quit many months ago. He didn’t need to be treated this way. But because the economics in New Zealand were at its downtime at the moment, finding another job in the investigation task force would be like finding a needle among the haystack. The position in itself was almost impossible to find. He was only lucky enough that Caroline had chosen him to investigate this man and woman.
He wasn’t sure what relationship Caroline had with these two people, but looking at that contorted and angry facial expression of hers, he knew she wasn’t on good terms with the two people in the photograph.
Caroline didn’t care about the mess she’d made, her eyes focusing instead on those pictures. There was one picture in particular that caught her attention. It was of Hunter and that woman hugging each other. Others were simply of them talking to each other. The most recent one was taken when the two were at BabyLand. That one had him cuddling the woman in a tight embrace, which fired her up even more, wanting to chuck yet another piece of fine china at the man.
Caroline gritted her teeth and willed herself to calm down, but the more pictures she flicked through, the more she couldn’t help hurling china in the direction of investigator. Luckily, he escape
d in time before anything hit him again. Sadly, the china got smashed into pieces against the wall.
“What other news have you got for me?” she demanded under her breath when she calmed down a bit.
The man could only shiver and respond, “He’s living with her now, apparently.”
“For how long?”
“At least a month now.”
This time the man knew to escape, scurrying away like a frightened cat before Caroline could release her inner demon on him again.
Caroline, who was usually quite timid in her manner, only showed the deeply mentally affected personality when she was alone. What presented as the pleasant girl was only her public outer appearance. At the moment, her other personality shone through.
By herself now, her body trembled and her hands shook. She flicked through the pictures until she got to the last image. Glancing at that shot of the two, her heart wrenched in pain as she saw the man she loved, the man she had fallen for in college, kissing that woman on the cheek. Her hand gripped the photograph fiercely and fire lit up her eyes.
“Hunter,” she said, caressing the image, “how could you do something so stupid? I thought you said no woman could ever tie you down. I guess I’ll have to visit the old hag myself. See why she’s so special to you.”
Clarice and Hunter’s love story concludes in BABY LOVE ME.
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Other Books in the Spinsters and Casanovas Series
Baby Be Mine (Clarice and Hunter #1)
Baby I’m Yours (Clarice and Hunter #2)
Baby Love Me (Clarice and Hunter #3)
Falling for His Boss (Whitney and Darcy)
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