“If you weren’t on the pill…” I rear back and slap her ass. Twice. “I’d get you pregnant for wearing that goddamn bathing suit.”

There’s a new, excited light in her eyes when they lock on mine, her breath racing fast, so fast. “I stopped taking m-my pill this weekend,” she whispers, searching my face. “I know it’s bad. I know that makes me a bad girl. But I want your baby, Big Daddy. I want a part of you inside of me. I need it.”

It’s the image of Lia, belly round ...