Page 172 of The Baby Bargain
Rubs me through two orgasms.
I want to nip at his fingers. I want to crawl onto the desk and beg for his cock. I want to get on my knees and suck him off.
I really, really want to kiss him.
But I can't.
I have to keep these lines.
I have to follow his lead.
He's drawing the lines for me.
He's doing what I asked.
He's protecting me, again.
It doesn't matter that I leave feeling more empty than full.
* * *
We meetat his place at ten. Well after dinner. Late enough either one of us can sayI better get to sleepafter.
I go straight to his bedroom.
He strips me out of my clothes. Orders me onto my stomach. Rubs me until I come.
Fucks me hard.
When he's done, he presses his lips to my shoulder. "I'm going to shower."
It's all he has to say.
I stay put for fifteen minutes—sure, there's no scientific evidence it will help, but at least gravity is on my side—then I dress and move into the living room.
Chase steps out of the bathroom. His eyes meet mine. They're so blue and deep and full of hurt.
Then he blinks and he's a stone wall again.
I want to stay. To ask what's wrong. To collapse in his arms.
And I want to slap him and tell him to stop treating me like a plaything.
But he's not.
He's doing what I asked.
It's not his fault it makes me empty.
It's not his fault my heart is aching.
It's not his fault I hate this.
"I should go." I grab my purse. Sling it over my shoulder. "I'll see you…" This is the last fertile day this cycle. So I guess… "I'll let you know what happens."
He nodssure. "You can call me."
"Oh?" Because he's in love with me. Because he needs me. Because he wants me.
