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He turned his face toward mine. “Um, not particularly at this moment. Why? Do you?”
“I do.”
He shifted, and I lifted my head so he could move his arm. There was no faster way to get a man out of your bed than to start talking about children—especially if it were a casual hookup. Yet, Michael surprised me by rolling to his side and cupping my cheek.
“How many do you want?”
“Probably only one.”
His brows exploded high on his brow. “One? I expected you to say a half dozen.”
“If I were younger, maybe I’d want three or four, but I’m getting close to that magical age of thirty-five where it’s harder to get pregnant and not as safe to carry.”
“I was an only child, and it was boring as shit.” He laughed. “What about adopting? There are many kids out there that need a good home.”
“Perhaps,” I stated, finding this conversation quite interesting. “How many kids do you want?”
“Two or three, but like you, I’m getting older. I’m turning thirty-nine soon.”
“Yeah, my birthday is just around the corner, too.”
He grinned. “How old will you be?”
“Thirty-three. You realize that if you decided to have a kid right now, you’d practically be forty when they were born and fifty-eight when they turned eighteen.”
“Well, shit! You didn’t have to remind me of that.” He rolled to his back and stared at the ceiling. “I’ll be old as shit. Even if I had one, the kid probably wouldn’t want to spend time with me.”
I leaned on my elbow. “You don’t know that. Besides, many more people wait until they are older to have kids. They want a stable home and career before taking on a family.”
His brow furrowed. “I guess I fucked that up too.”
“Why do you say that, Michael?”
He shifted his face to look at me better. “Can you call me Mike or Bollard? I’m not a huge fan of Michael.”
“Okay, Mikey it is.”
He sternly said, “Mikey was not a choice.”
I shrugged playfully. “So, haven’t you noticed that I like to live dangerously?”
He lunged off the mattress and pinned me to the bed with his body. “You like danger, huh?”
I cackled. “Yeah.”
“I like that.” He brushed the hair back from my face. “I know you are too good for me, but I like talking to you.”
I ignored the first comment—for now. “Only talking?”
He slowly shook his head. “No, I like watching you work and hearing the sound of your laugh, and I fucking love when you suck my cock.”
I drifted a hand down his side teasingly. “Then maybe I should do that last one again?”
He rolled to his side and let me grasp his rising erection. “Be my guest, sweetheart.”
Mike and I had sex again; it was just as fantastic as the first time. When we finished, I curled into his side and closed my eyes. I felt my body floating and knew I would fall asleep if I didn’t do something quick. I was tempted to let myself, as it had been a long time since I had felt that call of slumber so easily, but I knew it wasn’t a good idea tonight.
I rolled to my back. “You want to talk about the estimate?”
