Page 96 of The Baby Bargain

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Her chest heaves with her inhale. She nodsyes, rolls her black tank top up her torso and over her head.

It lands on the floor with a thud.

She shifts her hips, settling into my lap. "Now, we're even." Her fingers brush my bare shoulders, collarbones, chest.

Her touch is soft. Intimate. Eager.

Her hand feels so fucking good on my skin.

I need it everywhere.

I need that pretty hand wrapped around my cock.

But, first, I need to make her come.

I really need to make her come.

"No." I bring my hand to her chest. Trace a line over the bottom of her lacy black bra.

"No…" Her eyelids flutter together. Her head falls to one side. Her fingers dig into my skin.

"Not even close, princess."

She lets out a soft groan.

It's fucking music. Better than my favorite album. Better than anything.

I trace the top of her bra. Left to right. Then back. Again. Again.

Her nails scrape my skin. "Chase…" My name falls off her lips like it was made for it.

I need more of that.

I need her groaning my name as she comes.

But one thing at a time.

"I…" She rocks her hips against me. "You're really good at this."

I was, once upon a time. Now, I'm not so sure. But I can't let my head go there.

I don't want to think about that shit.

I don't want to think at all.

We're exactly where we're supposed to be. Maybe nothing else makes sense. But Ariel groaning over my touch—

It's perfect.

I bring my lips to her neck. Kiss her softly. Then harder. Harder.

She squeezes me with her thighs.

I scrape my teeth against her neck.

"Fuck." She rakes her nails over my chest. "Do that again."

"You like it rough, princess?"

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