“I look forward to hearing from you.”
He escorted me out of the coffee shop and flagged down a taxi. He opened my door and helped me in and then pulled out his wallet and placed a one-hundred-dollar bill into my hand. My eyes widened, and I whipped my gaze up to him, but all he did was shut the door and turn his back on me.
What the hell had just happened?
“Where to?” the driver asked.
I rattled my address off and leaned back into the seat. I felt like the meeting had gone well but Andrew was very hard to read. I had no idea whether he’d choose me or not.
Later that evening, my phone rang.
“Hello?”
“Marsha again. So that meeting must’ve gone well. Andrew has given us the green light to go ahead and set up negotiations. You really must’ve made an impression. He made it a point to tell us this was urgent.”
“Urgent?” I asked.
“All we need is your agreement. It works both ways. He can accept you, but you don’t have to accept him.”
But I knew immediately what my decision was. “You have the green light from me as well.”
“Perfect! Oh, this is so exciting. I love matching people up. Okay, so we want to set you guys up for another meeting next week. This will be outlining his expectations of you, your expectations of him, and things like pay and expenses that will be covered.”
“That sounds great,” I said.
“Okay. I’ll give Andrew a call to let him know you’ve given the green light, and then we can begin the negotiation process.”
“Wow, this is all happening so fast,” I said, almost to myself.
“Do you need to take some time to think on it?” Marsha asked.
I sighed and shook my head even though she couldn’t see me. “No, no I want to do this. I just didn’t expect it to happen so quickly,” I said.
Marsha chuckled. “Well sometimes fate intervenes on our behalf. Once I inform Andrew of your decision, I will forward you his number and do the same for him. That way you two can stay in contact and set up your next meeting.”
Like a teenager, the thought of having Andrew’s phone number sent a thrill through me.
Good God, it had been way too long since I’d gotten laid. Too bad this wouldn’t solve that problem.
Being a surrogate meant artificial insemination, which sounded as cold and clinical as it was.
Too bad Andrew wouldn’t get me pregnant the old-fashioned way.
CHAPTER 5
CAMERON
God, she’s beautiful.
I looked down into those dark almond eyes as she wrapped her sweet lips around my cock.
She swallowed me all the way back, gagging on my girth as it grew against her teeth.
Fuck me.
Her cheeks were flushed, her brow sweating, and her chestnut hair splayed along my pelvis. I fisted her hair and fucked her face, my cock pulsing with delight.
She hummed around my cock, and I felt myself about to burst. She hollowed out her cheeks, causing my thighs to tighten as she licked her way up my shaft. But I didn’t want to come down her throat, as sweet and tight as it was. I wanted to fill her body with my hot threads.