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I’m only a man, after all.
I'm relieved, at least, to find a smile on her face when she opens the door, her face flushed.
"Hey, Gray," she says. "I just made some coffee if you want a cup."
"I'd love that," I reply with a lopsided smile.
As I step inside, the scent of freshly brewed coffee mixed with her vanilla fills my senses. I realize it must be her body wash, which makes me want to taste her all over again.
I follow Claire into the kitchen, my eyes trailing down her curves as she moves. She's wearing a t-shirt and navy yoga pants that do everything for her generous ass, her hips swaying as she walks. I can't help but imagine taking her right here, on the kitchen counter.
I want to explore every inch of her body. I want to feel her lips against mine, I want to press her against me, I want to savor the sugar on her lips.
But I don’t. Because I’m a civilized human and she’s only asking me if I want coffee.
On the other hand, a man can look.
Claire hands me a steaming cup of coffee, her fingers brushing against mine. I feel a jolt of electricity pass between us, and I know she feels it too from the way she bites her lower lip.
I take a sip of the coffee, relishing its bitterness. "This is good," I say, meeting her gaze.
She smiles, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "I'm glad you like it."
Fuck it.
I can't resist any longer. I lean in and capture her lips with mine, tasting the coffee on her tongue. She kisses me back for an all-too-brief moment, then puts her hand on my chest.
"No more kissing until we get the contract signed," she murmurs. "No matter how much I want to."
I pull away, resisting the urge to keep kissing her.
"You make the rules," I say. She does, my mama taught me to be a gentleman, and I’m happy to let women lead. "So...where is it?"
Claire leads me to the little dining nook, where she has the contract laid out on the rickety old table. "It was a little weird to write," she says. "Since...you know. I basically had to negotiate a normal contract with more sex."
"I hope you made room for a lot of it," I tell her.
She flushes bright pink.
We sit down, and I begin to read through the document. As I do, I can't help but steal glances at Claire. I'm still reeling from the night before, and I can't shake the feeling that I need to be near her.
"You look distracted," Claire says, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips.
"I am," I admit. "I can't stop thinking about last night. You’re also much more fun to look at than a contract."
"Me neither," she replies, reaching across the desk to take my hand. "But we have work to do."
I nod and try to focus on the contract, but it's difficult with Claire's hand in mine. I take a deep breath and begin to read more closely. As I do, I realize that there are a few areas where we need to make some changes.
"Hey, Claire," I say, looking up at her. "This says I don't have any financial responsibility for our kid...?"
"I figure the baby will be mine," she says, all business as she pulls her hand away. "And if you want to...well, you can leave. You can do whatever you want."
"I'm not just gonna get you pregnant and dip," I mutter, a little offended as I rake my hand through my hair. "The kid's yours, of course, but I gotta provide some kind of support."
"You really don't have to," she says. "I don’t want to be a burden and I make more than enough on my own. She'll want for nothing--I'll make sure of it."
The way she's already decided the baby will be a girl--her certainty that this is going to happen--sends a thrill through me. "You think it'll be a girl?"
