"Good." Vic nipped at her shoulder again, and despite the exhaustion in her body, she felt a stirring of desire. Not because of the heat, but because of Vic.

She smiled. "Besides, what if it's a girl?"

He paused for a minute, thinking. Then, "How about...Vickie?"

She groaned. "You're clearly terrible at picking out names."

Vic's hand slid to her breasts, caressing them, and she sighed with pleasure when he began to stroke her nipple. His lips moved from her shoulder to her jaw, and he began to kiss her lightly. She turned her face so he could brush his lips against her mouth. "I suppose it's a good thing we have nine months to decide on a name, then. I'll bring you around to my way of thinking."

"I'm going to need a lot of persuading," she breathed, leaning into him.

"I know." His eyes gleamed. "I'm looking forward to it."