Page 63 of The Baby Bargain

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"Maybe I like dirty talk." My cheeks flare. I hate that he's casting me as this good girl. But I love that he's over-protective. I hate that I love that he's over-protective. "Maybe I want to replyhell yeah, baby, for our second session, I want to feel your cock in my ass."

Oh my God.

I didn't say that.

Did I just say that?

A low groan flows through the speakers. It's stilted. Like he's trying to swallow it.

It still makes my sex clench.

And my heart race.

And my breath catch.

Am I breathing? I'm not sure anymore.

Chase is so sexy.

So much sexier than Bachelor Number Two.

But also so unavailable. That beautiful mental image that's been playing in my head for the last few days—

It's a fantasy.

Even if I could ask Chase—and I can't—he's in love with his ex-girlfriend.

There's no room in his heart for me.

Which is good. It means he won't get jealous or confused or possessive.

That's logical.

It makes perfect sense.

So why is my stomach fluttering?

Why is my body buzzing?

I…

Uh…

"You're right." His voice is sure. "If you want a guy who will look at you like a piece of meat, go with him."

I swallow hard. That's not fair. It's an over-simplification. "It's better if he just wants sex. No risk of getting attached."

"What did I say?"

"You said it in a—"

"It's what you want, princess. Not what I think is best for you."

"So you—"

"A guy like that doesn't respect you."

"But you…" My heart thuds against my chest. "Are you telling me you don't dirty talk?"

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