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We step into the elevator, the bare skin of his arm pressed against mine, lighting me all the way up inside. The doors slide shut, cutting off the lobby, and Sumner doesn’t waste a single second before I’m backed up against the mirrored wall with the entire front of his body pressed against mine. He cages me in, and I’m so here for it. His gaze drops down my body, stopping at my boobs.

There’s no way he doesn’t notice how hard my nipples are.

"You're so fucking beautiful," he murmurs, his voice thick. He leans in and drags his nose along my jawline, inhaling deeply. “And I want you so much it hurts.”

Those last words are spoken against my skin in between open-mouthed kisses.

Holy fuck.

I'm really doing this. I'm going to a hotel room with a gorgeous stranger to make a baby. A sober girl would be freaking out right now. But with his big body pressing me into the glass and the unmistakable, rigid heat of his hard-on pushing against my stomach, all I feel is a desperate, burning impatience.

I tilt my head, giving him better access, and he takes it. He captures my mouth, kissing me with every bit of his body. And I figure since his hands are all over me, it’s only fair mine do the same. So I slide my hands down his back, gripping a handful of his firm ass and pulling his hips flush against mine.

He groans into my mouth, one of his hands leaving the wall to slide up my bare thigh. His rough fingers skim the edge of my underwear, making me gasp into his mouth right as the elevator chimes.

The doors slide open.

Sumner breaks the kiss, his chest heaving against mine. His dark eyes are blown wide, promising me all kinds of dirty things as he pulls his hand out from under my skirt. He threads his fingers through mine and pulls me out into the quiet, dimly lit hallway.

I've wanted a baby for as long as I can remember, but I never once imagined the process of making one would be this reckless. Or this scorching hot.

As he pulls me down the hallway, my pulse thrums every-damn-where.

Let’s see if he can back up all that shit he’s been talking.

CHAPTER 4

SUMNER

The lock flashes green, and I shove the heavy door open.

Goldie grabs the front of my shirt before we’re even all the way inside and pulls me down to her mouth. The door swings shut behind us, leaving the room pitch black, but neither one of us gives a fuck about finding the lights.

My hands go straight into her hair.

I’ve wanted her since she slid onto that barstool beside me, and now that I can finally have her, I don’t know where the fuck to start.

I kiss her while we stumble farther into the room, my jaw already aching from how much we’ve been doing this. Her hands are everywhere. Up my back. In my hair. Grabbing my ass and pulling me against her hard enough that my dick presses into her stomach.

Fuck.

My hand slides around her waist, and I get distracted there for a second because she’s so fucking soft. Then I move higher and finally get my palm around one of those tits I’ve been staring at all night.

Jesus Christ.

It fills my hand and then some.

I squeeze, sinking my fingers into her, and Goldie moans straight into my mouth.

Yeah.

I fucking knew they’d feel good.

I squeeze again because once isn’t enough, then drag my hand down over her stomach and around to her hip. There’s so much soft, warm skin under my palms, and every time I grab somewhere new, I immediately want to go back to the last place.

I need more fucking hands.

Goldie makes an impatient sound that makes my dick jump and yanks me closer by my shirt.