Page 95 of The Baby Bargain
If I start thinking about—
If I start thinking, period—
"Come here." I bring my hands to her hips. Pull her closer. Closer—
Her eyes go wide as she brushes against me. "You're already—"
"I told you."
"But—"
"I've got a knock-out in my lap and she's staring at me like she's desperate to get her hand around my cock—"
Her blush deepens.
"Of course, I'm hard."
"Chase… I…"
"You want to touch me, princess?" The words are awkward on my tongue. It's been too long. She's too real.
My fantasies of Ariel are hot as fuck, but they're smooth in an otherworldly way. That makes it easy to forget all the scratches on the record.
Actually having her in my lap, smelling her tangerine shampoo—
Fuck.
Her nod is heavy. Needy.
It makes my balls tighten.
Sheisa sex goddess. Sweet. Adorable. Innocent. How is it possible she doesn't see it?
Those dark glasses alone—
I bring my hand to her hair. Undo the tie pinning it to the back of her head.
Dark strands fall over her shoulders. Frame her coffee eyes in the perfect shade of deep brown.
She turns her head to one side, suddenly shy.
My heart thuds against my chest. There's no way to deny it. This is Ariel in my lap. The sweet kid who used to beg for peeks of my sketches. The girl who lectured me about drinking in moderation. The friend who's asking me to bring another life into this world.
It's a lot.
Too much at once.
I press my eyelids together. Suck a breath through my teeth. Push my thoughts to dirty places.
"Take off your tank top." I make my voice low. Demanding. The voice I use when I'm ready to issue orders.
It sends my head in too many different directions.
Then Ariel turns to me and looks me right in the eyes and all my thoughts tune to her.
"I like that." She brings her hands to the bottom of her shirt. "When you get bossy."
"Off now." I drop my voice another octave.
