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GOLDIE

A laugh bubbles up and bursts out of me before I can stop it. His dick is so hard, and I can’t stop looking at it.

And what did he say?

I swear I heard him wrong. There’s no way.

No way.

Who says something like that?

“You’ll give me a baby?” I say between giggles.

I wait for him to take it back or say just kidding or crack a smile and laugh it up.

But he doesn’t.

He does not. Nope.

I’m having a hard time tearing myself away from the dick print in his jeans. It’s impressive, and I tilt my head, wondering just how big it really is.

Fuck Grant for making me miss out on stuff like this for nothing. I could’ve been out here living my best life getting to experience being thrown around a bedroom by a guy like this.

He shifts. When I manage to tear my eyes away from his hard-on, he’s looking at me like he’s picturing it, and god.

“Yes.”

It takes me a second to remember what we were talking about.

Right. Him offering to knock me up.

And there I go, looking at his dick again.

He laughs. “My eyes are up here.”

When I look up this time, he’s giving me an indecent smile. Oh, crap. He wants an actual answer, doesn’t he?

Obviously, it’s no.

I mean, it has to be, right?

I swallow hard, wishing I had another drink but also glad I don’t. With the way things are going, I’m not going to be able to walk if I drink much more.

And let’s just say drunk Goldie isn’t known for her great decision-making skills. But she’s also the best at letting go, and that’s exactly what I need tonight.

And this guy? I have a feeling I could have a lot of fun with him before sunrise.

“Love Shack” by The B-52s is pumping through the speakers, and part of me wants to get up and dance and rub myself all over him. But the other part also can’t let go of the idea that I could bang this guy and end up with the baby I’ve been dying to have for years.

Would that be so wrong?

I look him over again. He’s being patient while he waits for me to figure out what to say, only eye-fucking me a little.

He really is a great specimen, and if I did have a kid with him, they’d be so pretty. He’s tall, broad. Lots of muscles in that hot way, not the gross bodybuilder way. His brown hair’s buzzed, and he’s got eyes so dark I could probably fall straight into them and never come out.

And holy shit, I am dizzy.

It’s hard to tell how much is the alcohol and how much is him. He’s taking up too much space beside me, but I like it. I squint, trying to make out… are those abs I can see through his shirt? I wipe at my mouth, because yeah. I think I’m drooling.