“You heard me.”
My baby mama needed sustenance.
Chapter 11
Callie
Just as I was about to speak, he twisted my head and kissed me.
Slow. Sensual.
His fingers didn’t stop teasing my clit, like he could coax every word I might’ve said straight out of me.
Each movement of his lips—every flick of his tongue—spoke of experience. I melted into the kiss, responding without a second thought.
Hard to stay impartial when it felt like I had a damn baseball bat shoved inside me.
When he released my lips, I pouted. He smiled.
“I was joking about the rent.”
“I wasn't.”
He gently nudged me back onto the desk, then slowly pulled out of me.
“Is it broken?” I asked. “My pussy.”
He chuckled, slapping my sore ass cheek.
“You’ll live.”
“For now.”
“Let’s take this to the bedroom,” he murmured.
“I thought men were one and done.”
“If that’s what you think, no wonder you bought a toy,” he said, shaking his head as I turned to face him.
I frowned a little, eyes dropping to where his dick was already tucked away in his underwear.
Disappointing. Deeply disappointing.
“That’s when I felt it—the warm gush sliding down my inner thighs.
“You didn’t wear a condom,” I said slowly.
“I’m clean,” he replied, far too casually.
“Never mind that. I could get pregnant.”
“Yeah, that’s the whole point of sex,” he countered, like we were discussing the weather.
Before I could say anything, he tugged my T-shirt over my head, catching my glasses in the process.
I glared at his now-blurred face, but he gently pried the glasses from the tangled fabric and placed them back on me.
The gesture caught me off guard. Minor, but oddly sweet.
