Page 41 of The Bad Girl and the Baby

“Aw, cute.”

“You have the sexiest ass I have ever seen.”

Her eyes widened. “You’ve been eyeing up my ass while I was sleeping. That’s seriously creepy, you know.”

“Actually, it was seriously hot. And you were sleeping on my sofa, after all. I had an overwhelming urge to kiss you awake, except your face was buried in the cushions. Your ass, on the other hand, was sticking up in the air.”

“Sorry.”

“Don’t be. I was just indulging in this fantasy, where I was fucking you from behind and absolutely no one interrupted us.”

She swallowed then licked her lips again. Was she doing it on purpose? He hoped so. “Are you aware I haven’t had sex in three years? You’re taking advantage of a desperate woman.”

He shrugged. “I haven’t had sex in nearly two. I’m quite desperate myself. We can be desperate together.”

“What happened to it being a mistake?”

“It doesn’t have to be. It’s sex. Neither of us is looking for anything more.”

“Isn’t that what you wanted from Diana? The perfect wife and mother.”

“Are you jealous?”

She cast him a look of scorn. “You wish.”

He blew out his breath. “A lot of people have been telling me recently that a wife would simplify my life. And as you said—Diana is perfect.” Was he trying to wind her up? Maybe a little. He reached out and stroked a finger up her arm, tracing the lines of the tattoo. She didn’t try to move away, and he continued to her shoulder, the sharp jut of her collarbone bared by the skimpy tank top, his finger settling on the rapid pulse beating at her throat.

“I don’t want perfect. Perfect doesn’t make me hot and hard.”

“What does?”

He took her hand and pressed it to his groin. His dick jerked in his pants. It wanted out. “You.” When he released her hand, she left it where it was, and he battled to think through the fog of lust. But maybe this needed to be said before he gave in to that lust. “I realized tonight—I don’t want a perfect wife. Hell, I don’t want any wife at all. And I sure as hell don’t want to marry just to give Lulu a mother. That’s a recipe for disaster.”

“So what do you want?” But her fingers were curving around his dick as she spoke. It must have been more than clear exactly what he wanted. Desperately.

“I want a bad girl. I want a bad girl who’s as desperate for me as I am for her. Who wants this as much as I do.” He pressed a hand down on top of hers. “But maybe I also want a friend. Someone I can ask for help when I need it. Someone I can trust to look out for Lulu when I’m not here.” He ran a hand through his hair. “Hell, neither of us is the marrying type, and maybe that’s why this can work. The sex is just that—it needn’t affect anything else. That way, if it comes to the point where you want to move on, you meet someone you want more with, then we can still stay friends. And Lulu won’t be affected.”

“Sounds…logical.”

“There’s no reason why it shouldn’t be.” Except he didn’t feel logical. Right now, he felt on the edge of explosion. His dick was hard, his balls ached, and he knew that if she said no now, he’d have to sit here and let her walk away and pretend it didn’t matter.

But fuck. It mattered. He wanted her more than he’d ever wanted anyone.

“Okay,” she said.

For a second, the word made no sense. “Okay?”

“I’ll be your bad girl. But don’t read more into this than there is. This is an act of pure desperation.”

He didn’t care, and he was through talking. Without another word, he rose to his feet. Without giving her a chance to say anything else, he reached down and put his hands around her waist—he could almost span it—and lifted her off the sofa, then tossed her over his shoulder.

“Hey.” She punched him on the ass.

“Shhh,” he whispered. “You’ll wake the baby.”

A giggle escaped her. “Just like a married couple.”

“Who’ve never had sex…but are just about to.” He talked as he walked. Out of the sitting room and up the stairs. He kicked his bedroom door open, but quietly. The last thing he needed right now was Lulu waking up.

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