What the actual fuck?
I’d followed Sage out of the room and caught her phone call. When she’d said the wordsI’d like to purchase donor spermI nearly lost my shit.
She wanted a baby.
With donor sperm.
With a stranger’s sperm.
I had my hands on her. She was warm and soft and this close, the way she was staring up into my eyes, I saw that she had a freckle on the side of her right eye. Her eyes weren’t brown, they were cinnamon or whiskey. Some fancy name like that.
Her eyes were wide and her cheeks flushed the brightest pink. Then, her gaze narrowed and she tipped her chin up. “It’s none of your business, but yes.”
“Why the hell would you do that?”
She laughed, but it was more sad than happy. “What part of none of your business is confusing?”
“You want a baby that bad? All because you just held one?”
Fuck, had that been the perfect sight. I hadn’t been able to look away. Sage holding a tiny baby in her arms. Imagining it not to be Trig’s baby girl, but mine. The one I fucked into her. Imagining the look of love and adoration on her face forourchild. Spending months watching her get nice and big. Everyone in town would know she was taken, that she was mine and I took care of her every need. She wanted a slew of babies? I’d keep her pregnant all she wanted.
She stepped back and I let my hands fall away. Like a football player, she weaved around me and headed down the hall toward the elevator. Ignoring me.
She had a point. I was butting my head in on private things. But when the private things affectedme… except she didn’t know that. It was time to make it clear.
I followed, my long legs eating up the distance down the hall.
The doors conveniently slid open as we approached and she stepped in. I joined her.
Now we were alone.
“Why are you following me?” She was facing the closed doors, I was facing her.
“Because I want to know why a gorgeous girl like you needs to go to a sperm bank.”
“Because my ex decided to make a baby with his paralegal instead of me,” she snapped.
My eyes widened at her angry admission. I didn’t know who the guy was, but I wanted to track him down and rip his arm off and beat him with it. Who would cheat on Sage? Who would ever walk away from her?
I’d get her in my bed and fuck her full of cum until it took. My dick was hard thinking about it. About getting Sage beneath me, so much cum in her pussy that it seeped out. I’d get a pillow and stuff it under her hips, ensuring as much of it stayed in where it belonged.
Bed? Hell, I’d do it here in the elevator. My dick was hard at the possibility.
Maybe I should be thankful to the dumbass because she was here now and very single.
And wanting a baby.
“The sperm bank’s not the way to go,” I said, trying to keep my voice even.
She turned her head and looked up at me. I set my hand on her shoulder, gently pushed her backward until she bumped into the elevator wall. Setting my forearm beside her head, we were nose to nose. She swallowed and held my gaze. She smelled like the diner, which only made me hungry. For her.
“Why’s that?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
I grinned down at her. Resolute. “Because if you want a baby, then you can make one with me. The old fashioned way.”
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