Bren
I should have said no.
I will be the first person to admit that, when propositioned by my potential baby daddy, the answer should have been unequivocal and sure.
No.
No thank you.
Not again.
But that answer, of course, didn’t factor in the way he looked at me—the way his blue eyes raked over my skin like he was touching it already, laving it with his tongue and readying me for his thick, hard c**k.
I licked my bottom lip, trying to work up the discipline to stop this freight train of lust before it left the station. Still, if I slept with him again, maybe it really would put all my worries to rest. That night could have been amazing simply because it had been so long for me. What could it hurt to put my assumptions to rest? Yeah, right. It could hurt me.
Now, after I’d a
