Page 56 of The Baby Bargain
Her fingers brush my palm.
Mine close around the chocolate.
"It's going to melt if you hold it like that." She breaks a square. Places it on her tongue.
Her eyelids flutter closed.
Her brow softens.
Her lips part with a sigh.
Her cheeks flush. Then her neck. Her chest.
Her tits heave with her inhale.
She's wearing the same thing as always—a tight black outfit. It looks perfect on her.
But I need it on the ground.
I need her in my bed.
I need her sighing like that for me.
Shit. The chocolate is melting. I place it on the table. Lick it off my palm.
Which only fills my head with ideas.
But I can keep those to myself. "You don't really have a type."
"I don't know." She swallows her treat. Picks up a strawberry. "I like guys who are—"
"Hot?"
Her blush deepens. "Who bring something new to my life."
"Like a kid?"
"A passion." She motions to the framed prints on the walls. "It doesn't matter what it's for—art or medicine or soccer. As long as I can see it all over their face."
How about you sit on my face?
Fuck. New subject.
I bring my pointer finger to my chest. "My face?"
"It's a nice face."
Princess, you have no idea. "Full of passion?"
"Of course." Her gaze shifts to the strawberry in her palm. "You love what you do."
"You feel like that too?"
Her eyes light up. "There's nothing better than solving a hard problem."
Isn't that life? "So you want a guy who's passionate? That's the biggest thing?"
"And hot." She teases. "Of course."
