The Baby Bargain

Chapter 30: Harker

"You do?" Harker knew exactly what would make him happy—bending her over his desk and fucking her. "Me too."

"Really?" She popped a bit of orange tart into her mouth, her tongue dancing across her lips to get every last bit.

He had to stifle a groan. He wanted to clean her lips, to taste her everywhere but he wasn't getting denied again. He'd take her to the Club and get her so horny she wouldn't be able to do anything but whimper for his dick.

"I bet we both have the same thing in mind." She smiled at him, a wide excited smile.

"I doubt that." He couldn't tear his eyes away from her mouth. Her pretty pink lips would look so fucking good wrapped around his dick.

"Oh, I don't know. We do think the same things a lot of times."

"For work? Yes, but this isn't work." This was pleasure, one hundred percent hot, sweaty, wet pleasure.

"But it is business. You said that yourself."

He grabbed another piece of something from the plate to keep from admitting that it wasn't only business to him. He'd be a fool to give her that weapon and he was never a fool.

"Why don't we both say what we're thinking at the count of three?"

"Let's not," he grumbled.

"Come on. If I go first and my idea is better than yours, you'll steal it."

"I would never do that." He had to fight to keep the smirk from his face. She knew him so well.

"Please." She gave him a disgusted look. "I've seen you do that to Merri and Tobias a ton of times."

"You have no idea what I was thinking and neither do they."

"Come on." She grinned. "It'll be fun."

He frowned. She was here with him instead of hiding like she'd been all day. Plus, earlier she'd approached him and had wanted to fuck. Maybe their ideas were similar.

"One. Two." She paused. "Are you going to say what you think or are you a cheater?"

"You go first."

"Write it down." She pointed at the notepad on his desk.

"What?"

"Write down your idea. Then I'll know what you were thinking." She flicked one of the pens on his desk and it rolled toward him.

"It hurts that you don't trust me."

"I know you too well."

"You do." He grinned as he grabbed the pen and the notepad. She had the innate ability to make even the most mundane tasks fun. He scribbled his idea, in less graphic terms than what was in his head, on the notepad.

"Now, give it to me." She held out her hand.

"Why?" He tore the sheet from the pad of paper and folded it.

"Because if my idea is better than yours, you'll throw it away or eat it or something."

"I won't eat it."

She wiggled her fingers. She was so damn cute—young, full of life and joy. She was everything he wasn't and everything he wanted.

"No peeking." He dropped the paper in her hand.

"Of course not." She put it down on the desk by her water.

"Now, how do you think we should resolve our issue?" he asked.

"I think we should reconsider in vitro. It's the perfect solution."

"In vitro?" The wordstabbed him in the heart. She still didn't want to fuck him.