Stop blocking me and call me. I want my bag.
Jackson. God, was he calling me from every number in his office? I swiped and blocked that number, too. He wanted his bag. The oh-so-expensive bag that he’d chosen over a vacation with me.
“Everything okay?” Buck asked.
I looked up from the screen to him. “What? Yeah. Fine.”
“Did you think about my offer?” he repeated.
Did I? I thought of nothing else.
I’d been a little dreamy, thinking of how it could be. Sex… and a baby with Buck. But he was sitting before me and reality set in.
I moved to stand right in front of him, the counter between us. I leaned down, rested my forearms on the laminate between napkin holders and salt and pepper shakers. “You don’t even know me. Why would you want to offer this?”
“I want to know you,” he said. This close, I studied his square jaw. He’d shaved this morning and I wanted to touch his skin, feel how soft it was. Even with all the greasy scents from the diner, I could pick up his soap. “I’m offering because no way should you go get some random sperm. Who knows what you’ll get.”
“It’s tested and–”
“What you pay for might not take. I’m willing to give you load after load of my cum until you’re pregnant free of charge.”
My mouth fell open at his dirty talk. It was crude, but my mind–and vagina–parsed it as sexy. Iimagined Buck on top of me, thrusting deep, my hands cupping his butt and pulling him in deeper as he came inside me. Over and over.
“Why would you want to do that? It means–”
“You’re mine. That I want to keep you, knock you up so you can’t leave me.”
My eyes widened. His answer surprised the heck out of me. “You want tokeepme?” My eyes dropped to his mouth. “We haven’t even kissed.”
“That can easily be resolved. Right now.”
He hooked a hand behind my neck and pulled me toward him.
And kissed me right over the counter.
His mouth was firm, but gentle, but only for a moment. It turned carnal right away, his tongue finding mine.
My nipples hardened and I whimpered at how he was taking control. Right here in the diner.
Just as quickly as it began, he pulled back, hopped to his feet, keeping his gaze on me. As he rounded the counter and took my hand, his gaze was fierce. Hot. He licked his lips, as if getting more of my taste.
Buck tugged me through the swinging door and into the kitchen. “Wha–”
“Hey, Joe,” he called to the cook as he moved. “Keep an eye on things, will you?”
“Sure, Buck,” I heard Joe reply as Mabel’s office door shut behind us.
The space was tiny, a desk, chair, file cabinet were all that could fit. Buck didn’t care about any of it because he turned and pressed me into the door, one of his knees nudging between mine.
And kissed me again.
This time, his hands roamed, first by cupping my face, then down my neck, over my shoulders and to my breasts, where he cupped them through my t-shirt.
I moaned at the feel of his hands. Not quite rough, but not gentle either. He pinched my nipples through the shirt and my bra. My knees gave, which dropped me onto his thigh, making my pussy throb. I rolled my hips, eager for more contact.
“Fuck, you run hot,” he murmured against my ear.
“Buck,” I whispered, touching him as well. Through the soft flannel, I felt every hard plane of his torso. A broad chest that narrowed to ridged abs. My fingers stopped at his belt.
