Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 85950 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 430(@200wpm)___ 344(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85950 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 430(@200wpm)___ 344(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
Take those sparkly red shoes the actress wore and paint her lips that very same color… What I wouldn’t give to see a ring of it around my—
“Cash?”
“Hmm?” I ask, snapping my eyes from her left collarbone to her eyes.
Thank God there’s a desk between the two of us because I don’t think she’d be very impressed if I had to explain the erection I’m now sporting.
“Did you hear a word I said?”
“Sorry,” I say, shaking my head. “It’s been a long day.”
It’s not exactly a lie. The workload hasn’t been heavy but my mind has been.
“I think I’m going to take you up on your offer.”
My heart kicks in my chest, and I try to get it to calm down because I know Adalynn. She’d never agree to what I offered. She has to be talking about something else.
“What’s that?” I ask, and my breath catches when her cheeks flame nearly as red as her hair.
“You’re really going to make me say it?” she asks, her voice low as if she’s afraid Chandler has his ear pressed to the door.
I have no doubt my officer couldn’t hear a thing over the chewing of the cupcakes she brought.
“I’m honestly stumped, Ads. What are you talking about?”
“The umm… donation… of the umm… You know.” She points to the bottom half of my body, and I swear that damn thing jolts in my jeans. “I figured it would be best.”
“Oh,” I say, trying to act like my cock didn’t just thicken further. I can’t recall a single time before just now that she’s referenced the thing. “That.”
“Yes, that,” she says, her lips forming a flat line as if she’s disappointed about something.
“So, you want me to go to the clinic with you?” I click on my computer. “We’d have to schedule it between—”
“I think…” she begins but then she turns mute.
“You think what? Next month or? I mean, I don’t know what your cycle is like.”
She makes a sound like she’s choking on something, but instead of fighting through it, she tilts her eyes up to the ceiling. It’s a sign that she’s looking for strength to say something she feels like she needs more than normal courage for.
I’m all fucking ears right now, hopeful that she has a different idea of the way she wants this to go.
“I was thinking that we could do it, you know… the way that saves money.”
I bite my bottom lip for two reasons. One, I don’t want to smile because I know it will give her the wrong idea. She’ll think I’m laughing at her. Two, I’m seconds away from yipping for joy.
“Sex? You want to have sex with me?”
Her eyes widen. “No!”
I deflate like a balloon.
“I mean, yes, but to get pregnant. Not like have… you know.”
I fight the urge to tell her that she needs to be able to say it if that’s what we’re going to do, but I have to quickly remind myself that this isn’t going to be a wild time. I’ll be there to give her what she needs. This isn’t about me. Well, it’s not supposed to be about me, but I know I’m going to have a hell of a time. I just have to keep enough control to not utterly devastate her with the way I like things.
“So, we have sex the normal way?” I clarify.
“I think there needs to be rules.”
Of course you do, I think, but on the outside, all she sees is a smile.
“Come on, pull them out.”
“What?”
“I know you have a piece of paper shoved in your pocket. Let’s hear the rules.”
She glares at me. “Good to know you think I’m predictable.”
I open my mouth to argue, but she pulls her phone from a small clutch.
“I typed them into my phone,” she says, as if that makes any damn difference.
I continue to fight my smile as she clears her throat.
“Before you begin, tell me why this way instead of going to the clinic.”
“To save money,” she answers quickly, a little too quickly, and it piques my interest.
“That’s all? We can do the whole turkey baster. We don’t have to have sex.”
I swear if I just shot myself in the foot for saying that…
“I looked that up and there’s a better chance of getting pregnant if you umm… you know.”
I blink at her, refusing to let her umm her way out of this.
“Orgasm,” she says on a thick swallow.
“So, you’re more likely to get pregnant if you come? Why not take the turkey baster and insert it after or during while you masturbate?”
She makes a choking noise, her eyes darting down to her phone screen.
I swear on everything holy, if the woman tells me she doesn’t masturbate, I’m going to come in my pants at trying to avoid telling her I could teach her.