The Billionaire's Prescription: BWWM Interracial Billionaire Romance by Imani King Page B

Naomi’s connections to Chris and BGC to result in even more and larger donations to the hospital. That’s when she knew her position at PCM was no longer tenable.
    When she’d learned of the open teaching position at Manhattan General Hospital, Naomi applied for it, seeing it as a way to continue with the career she loved while being closer to Chris. The night she learned she’d been hired as an adjunct professor in emergency services at MGH was the same night Chris had presented her with the gorgeous ring and asked her to marry him.
    “You have to say yes,” he’d said. “You’ve kept me dangling long enough.”
    “Yeah, you’ve been waiting an eternity in the three whole months since we first met. Someone should award you a Nobel prize for being so patient.”
    But all the sarcasm drained out of her once he slid the ring on her finger, which fit perfectly. She hugged him tightly, pressing her body against his. “I love you! I can’t wait until we’re married and I’m officially your wife.”
    Chris returned her embrace, rubbing his hands up and down her back. “Maybe now you’ll stop taking the birth control pills so we can get started on making a little MC Hammer?”
    “I’ll stop taking the birth control pills so we can get started on making a baby with a sensible name.”
    With that conversation having taken place not more than three weeks ago, Naomi couldn’t help but reflect how quickly time had flown by. Now she and Chris were married ─ she loved saying it, if only to herself, married ─ and on their honeymoon. His parents had lent them their ocean front beach house in the Bahamas and she stood on its veranda, watching the waves roll in and out as the sun set. She couldn’t think of a more perfect spot to spend her first night as a married woman.
    Naomi sensed Chris’ nearness even before she heard his footsteps or felt his arms wrap around her waist. She smiled as he kissed the back of her neck and said, “You look so gorgeous standing here. I can’t believe I’m married to such a beautiful and intelligent woman.”
    “Funny, I was just thinking I can’t believe I’m married to such a smart, sexy guy.” She lifted her arm behind her so she could tangle her fingers in his hair. “Maybe we’re supposed to be together, you think?”
    “I don’t think, I know.” He turned her around so they were eye to eye. “I love you, Naomi. This is just the first of what I hope are many, many nights of our life together as husband and wife.”
    His fingers caressed her stomach as he added, “And hopefully not before too long, that life will include a bunch of children. You think those birth control pills are out of your system yet? It would be awesome if I knocked you up before we got back to New York.”
    “That’s probably not going to happen. The pills themselves are already out of my system but it might take another three months before I start ovulating again.”
    Chris made a mock pout. “Shoot, I was aiming for a honeymoon baby.”
    “There’s nothing stopping us from trying for one anyway. Didn’t you once say you never met a challenge you couldn’t lick?”
    “Yup.” His lips curved into a wicked smile. “So what do you say, Mrs. Bohain? Should we go inside and start trying to conceive little MC Hammer or MC Hammerina?”
    Naomi allowed him to take her hand and pull her inside the spacious beach house, but she said, “You’re really going to have to let that go. Hammer, Hammerina, Hammerette . . . none of it is going to be part of the baby naming vocabulary. But I tell you what, when we get back home, we can get a dog and you can call him MC Hammer all you want.”
    He lifted her hand and kissed her palm. “Okay, okay, I give in. As long as the baby is a combination of the two of us, he or she will be winner, even without the awesome name MC Hammer.”
    Anticipation and desire swept over Naomi as they entered the bedroom. But in addition to the usual stirrings she