She shook her head.
It was settled. She left not long after, and I had the privilege of watching her leave again. God, that ass could inspire wet dreams. I paid for our drinks and left, too.
I lay in bed that night, thinking about her. This was about getting an heir, raising a child to take over my company, and raising a son when I felt terribly alone. But on the way to getting my child, I could fuck the hottest woman alive.
I pulled down my boxers and palmed my dick, which was hard and throbbing. I wanted to fuck her so badly. I wanted to strip off her clothes, suck on her tits, and pull her hair. I wanted to bend her over the bed, spreading that beautiful ass as I fingered her pussy. I wanted to fuck her from behind, watching her body rock back and forth, hearing her moan and scream my name.
With my fingers wrapped around my cock, I jacked myself off, pumping my hand up and down, imagining it was Scarlett. I wanted her lips around my dick, her tongue hot and wet sliding up and down my shaft. I wanted her to suck me dry, pumping her head so that I slid down her throat. I wanted to come all over her, in her mouth, inside of her.
I groaned as my orgasm built and my balls tightened. I stroked harder. Fucking myself wasn’t the same as being inside a woman, least of all a woman like Scarlett, I was sure. But that would change soon. I would fuck her as soon as I was able, and I wouldn’t stop until I planted my seed in her. And then some.
I groaned as I orgasmed, pumping hot liquid all over my stomach and my hand. I let out a sigh. This would be a hundred times better if it was down Scarlett’s throat or in her pussy.
Soon, I told myself.
Chapter Three
Scarlett
Just before lunchtime on Wednesday, I took a cab to Manhattan. I had agreed with Evan that we could meet for lunch to discuss things, but I didn’t want him to come to Brooklyn. The lunch spots in Brooklyn weren’t my favorite, and for someone who was used to forking out money, I was sure there were better spots in Manhattan.
I was nervous. I couldn’t believe I was doing this, but I needed the money, and what else was I going to do? Besides, Evan was ridiculously charming, and last night, he’d managed to persuade me that this was exactly what I wanted.
The cab stopped in front of the Sunflower Café, and I got out. Evan had asked me to meet him here for lunch. I’d thought it might be too fancy, the way the hotel had been for our little meeting. Bar 54 hadn’t exactly been chilled out, either. It had had a chic vibe that was nothing like the places Lily and I usually went to.
But the Sunflower Cafe was a nice place. Tiled floors stretched wall to wall with little lights hanging from the ceiling. Wooden tables and chairs gave the place a homey atmosphere, and I felt a lot more comfortable.
Evan arrived only a few minutes later. He looked put together as always, with a suit that showed off his muscular frame and a tie that made him look a little out of place. When he spotted me, he smiled and walked to the table.
“You look fantastic,” he said.
I blushed. I couldn’t help it. Something about Evan made me feel disoriented, like I was fresh out of high school and not used to male attention.
“You look pretty good, too,” I said, feeling like an idiot.
I had decided to wear a summer dress and cork wedges, with my hair in a ponytail. I didn’t feel like I looked fantastic at all until Evan had said it.
“What are you going to have?” Evan asked.
I looked down at the menu, shaking my head. It was the last thing I could think about now, knowing what we were going to do. I had agreed to be a surrogate mother for Evan, which meant that we would be sleeping together. I had dreams about it for a long time, but this was suddenly real. How could he sit here and look so calm about it? Judging by how comfortable he was around women, maybe this was normal for him.
“How are you going to do this?” I asked.
Evan looked at me, and his green eyes were full of humor. Was he laughing at me?
“We’re going to choose something on the menu and ask a waitress to bring it to us.”
I rolled my eyes. “You know what I mean.”
Evan chuckled. “You don’t have to be so nervous,” he said.
“Easy for you to say,” I said. “You’re not the one that is being paid by an attractive billionaire to have a baby.”
Evan chuckled again, and his laughing green eyes were mesmerizing. He reached across the table and took my hand. When our skin touched, electricity passed from him to me, and my breath hitched in my throat.
“Let’s just take it as it comes,” he said. “We’ll get the details out of the way, and the rest will come naturally.”
He seemed so comfortable about it all. It wasn’t that I hadn’t been with other men, but this felt so much different. In a way, it felt like it would be the first time.