Page 31 of Hired By My Rich Baby Daddy 3

“For what?” His brows rose.

“I told myself I wasn’t gon’ do this,” I said, more so to myself than to him.

He looked at me, confused. “Do what?”

“This,” I said, motioning between us. “I’m not tryna judge because, like I said, I got my own situation, but with your baby mama still living with you, I don’t know if we should be doing any of this. Just chilling is cool, but what are you tryna do right now?”

“I want you,” he said like it was the simplest thing in the world.

“I want you too, but we just finished talking about me coming over once your situation is handled, so what’s the rush? Handle your business first, and then maybe you can get some coochie, boo.”

“Or I can handle you first and business later,” he said, leaning in again.

This time, I turned my head the other way, and his lips landed on my neck instead. He surprised me yet again when he placed one hand on my throat, tilted my head back a little, and started sucking on it, his tongue swirling against my neck.

I pushed at his chest a little, but it was feeling way too good, and my hands ended up just resting there. Then I caught myself and pushed a little harder.

“Wait, I’m serious, PB.”

He stopped and pulled back enough to look at me, his hand sliding from my neck to my jaw.

“I don’t wanna be messing around with somebody who lives with another woman,” I told him.

“I told you I got that covered. It’s being handled, and I’m a man of my word. I can show you better than I can tell you.”

Then this fool held up his pinky.

I laughed. “You wanna do a pinky promise? Like, right now?”

“Why not? I’m tryna show you that you ain’t got shit to worry about when it comes to me. I want you so bad, I’ll do whatever I gotta do. You feel me?”

I looked at his pinky for a moment and took a few beats to really think about it because I had just come out of a whole mess with Carl, and I wasn’t trying to walk right into another one.

Eventually, I held mine up and hooked it around his, and we made that promise.

“Now can I kiss yo’ fine ass?”

I smiled and nodded. “Yes. But just know I’m a little crazy. I don’t give a damn if you’re a millionaire or not. I will still bust your tires and slash your windows.” I giggled as soon as it left my mouth. “Wait, that came out wrong.”

He chuckled. “Yeah, that’s all them damn shots.”

I yelped when he lifted me off the counter, and I wrapped my arms around his neck while his hands went straight to my ass as he carried me to my bedroom.

I was so grateful I had made my bed and cleaned a little before he came over because that would’ve been embarrassing, but I couldn’t even think too hard about it because he kissed me slow and deep right before he laid me down.

I looked up at him as he pulled his shirt over his head, leaving him in a wife-beater. He took that off too, his eyes on me the whole time. I sat up and did the same, taking my clothes off one by one.

“Damn,” he said once I freed my titties from my bra and tossed it to the side.

Are you really doing this? What if he’s lying? IDGAF about a pinky promise. He’s probably still fucking her. Put your titties back up… No, keep them out… Girl, shut up!

“You good?” he asked, probably sensing the hesitation.

I fell back on the bed dramatically, face-first, and laughed.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“I can’t do this,” I mumbled.