Page 9 of Billionaire Daddies Next Door

I sat up and scooted up the bed so I had some distance from him. “We fucked. Now, you leave.”

His eyes lit up. “You’re kicking me out?”

I didn’t like the joy coloring his face. I also didn’t like that I wanted to devour his body and set the image as the background on my phone so every time I unlocked my phone, I stroked him. “Yep. We scratched an itch. Now, it’s done. I’d appreciate it if you joined me in acting like this never happened.”

A smile spread across his face and his light brown eyes crinkled at the corners. “We scratched an itch?”

I pulled a pillow into my lap to cover myself and held it tight. “Yep. That’s all. Thanks for that.”

“You’re thanking me.”

I groaned. “Chase!”

“A little higher and louder.” He leaned closer to me. “It was more like… Chase!”

My face burned and I threw the pillow at him. “Shut up. This never happened. I mean it. I still hate you.”

He rolled his eyes and flicked his eyes down my body. “Are you on birth control?”

My stomach bottomed out. Was it possible that the sexual tension that had exploded between us had fried my brain? How the fuck could I not think about protection?

He must’ve seen the panic in my eyes because he stood up and tossed me his shirt. “I’ll take that as a no.”

I pulled his shirt on for the second time in one day and stared at him pulling on his jeans. “Do you not wear underwear?”

He paused with the denim low on his hips. “When the mood strikes.”

I licked my suddenly bone-dry lips and ran my hands through my wrecked hair. He’d tangled every bit of it, it seemed. “At least you’re leaving, I guess.”

He laughed easily. “We’re leaving. I take it you don’t want to have a kid with me right now and since I was an asshole who didn’t ask beforehand, I’m taking you to get the morning after pill.”

I shot out of bed and planted my hands on my hips. “You think we’re just going to waltz into the pharmacy together and buy the morning after pill together? Have you lost your mind?”

He tilted his head to the side and studied me. It was the same calm, calculating look he gave me at the diner all the time and it made me want to smack him. He was so much calmer than me and rarely lost control of his emotions. I hated it. “Unless you do want to be knocked-up with my kid. It’d be a cute kid, for sure.”

I did smack him then, right across the bare, strong chest. “I don’t want to have your kid, asshole! Don’t flatter yourself.”

“We’d better get the pill then, woman, because with the way I just came inside you, you’re definitely already pregnant.” He flashed a smug smile. “You’d be cute with a pregnant belly. I’d hate to see the mood swings, though.”

My blood pumped too fast through my veins. I could practically hear it rushing. “Oh, god. Don’t say things like that!”

“Like what? That you’re probably already pregnant? Or that you’d be fucking beautiful pregnant?” He tugged me into his chest, suddenly very comfortable with touching me. “If you don’t want to get the pill tonight, I’ll get it tomorrow morning.”

My thoughts were going in every direction and my mouth wasn’t exactly focused. “You said cute. You said I’d be cute with a pregnant belly. That’s not the same thing as fucking beautiful.”

His eyes darkened as he drank me in. “You can be cute, sure, but fucking beautiful is a more accurate description. And I’m not just saying that because you’re carrying my child.”

I groaned. “Stop it!”

“Maybe we should call a truce with the war between us. The kid can be the olive branch.” He laughed at my expression. “Olive if she’s a girl and Oliver if he’s a boy?”

“You’re insane. How have I never noticed just how off your rocker you really are? I knew you were a dick, but this is next level. You’ve lost your mind.” I gasped when he picked me up and gripped my ass. “Dammit, Chase!”

He stroked his nose up the side of my neck. “Hear me out. We’ve already crossed the line tonight. We’ve already been careless. Why not make a night of it? I’ll let you kick me out in the morning.”

My resolve hadn’t been all that firm to begin with so when he kissed me, I reasoned with myself that one more time wouldn’t hurt anything. I pulled back and met his gaze. “You leave before the sun comes up and we never mention this again. It never happened. Got it?”

He smirked. “I knew you really liked me. You’ve been protesting too much for your hate to be believable, sweetheart.”

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