Xander patted his jeans pocket, making sure his prized possession was where it was supposed to be, and pushed aside his nerves. He’d know when the time was right.

“Hey!” Sasha walked into the kitchen wearing a sexy sundress that revealed her bare, tanned shoulders and a tiny heart necklace he’d bought her around her neck.

She walked over and wrapped her arms around him and pressed that soft body against his firm one. He immediately grew hard against her.

“Xander, your family will be here any minute.” But she didn’t step away. Instead, she hugged him tighter. “This morning was amazing,” she whispered in his ear.

He groaned because it so fucking was. He closed his eyes, remembering her climbing up his body, settling her legs on either side of his head, and letting him feast until she was writhing and coming hard and fast. And when she’d finished her climax, he’d urged her to slide back over him. He’d grasped her hips and thrust up inside her, finding home.

“Stop that!” She pushed his shoulder, taking him out of his hot memory.

“What?”

“I know that look. You’re thinking about sex,” she said, laughing.

“You’re standing in front of me looking gorgeous. Of course I am.”

“Well, we have company coming.” She stepped out of his grasp. “Did I tell you the good news? I spoke to Harrison Dare. He’s an actor friend of mine and he’s interested in talking to us about our company. We have to line up a head of development so you don’t have to give up your writing to find scripts, head of production, post production and distribution. Harrison has contacts that outshine mine, believe me.”

“Great. I’m looking forward to meeting him.”

Sasha walked to the fridge and began to pull out food they’d ordered in and chilled. Xander had hired a catering company to clean up so they didn’t have to deal with it or leave it for his housekeeper on Monday, two days from now. The two women were outside, setting up the table. They needed more room now because Dash’s band members were joining them.

“I wish Linc and Jordan could come. I’m worried about her,” Xander said.

Sasha nodded. “The doctor prescribed bedrest because of early cramping and contractions but he isn’t worried. The longer they can keep the baby inside her, the stronger his or her lungs will be. But it’s thirty-six weeks. If she goes into labor, the baby will be fine.” She put a hand on his shoulder. “We could have stalled a family barbeque, you know. Until she had the baby.”

He shook his head. “Linc understands about us holding it anyway.”

Before she pushed him for more of an explanation, the beeps of the alarm indicated the front door had opened, and he blew out a relieved breath. “Someone’s here.”