Piper’s laugh makes me feel amazing, giving me an adrenaline high I don’t want to come down from.

I have no problem telling her she’s cute, but on the inside, the wicked part of my brain is screaming for me to run away from these feelings.

The only problem is, I can’t fucking run because the contract has my John Hancock signature all over it.

But I’m enjoying being with Piper in the moment, and I can be with her fucking sexy tan legs for days.

I run my hands up and down her slender thigh, and she giggles with the tickling pleasure of my touch.

“You like that don’t you, you naughty little girl.”

“Am I naughty?” She pouts her lip and winks.

I grin at her with wild eyes and a hungry heart. Not to mention, my boner is pulsing yet again in my pants longing for her. It’s like constant boner alert when I’m with her. Not that I mind.

“Naughty in a good way,” I say.

“Do you feel like spicing things up?” She stands up and twirls around, looking sexier than ever in just a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. And what the fuck is that about? I must be losing my fucking mind. But it’s the truth.

“I always like to spice things up.” I grin.

That’s how I know I’m fucking in trouble.

We’re just sitting around, eating Chinese food while she hangs out in sweatpants. And I still think she’s adorable. I still want to be here, no fucking strings attached. No baby contract, nothing. I’m just happy to be with her.

Fuck, I’m royally fucking fucked.

Zane Tanner isn’t excellent when it comes to expressing feelings, let alone love. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t think I’m in love with Piper, but each time I see her, my heart skips a beat.

What does that mean? Like seriously, tell me. Because I’ve never had that happen before.

I mentally push the idea of falling for Piper from my head. No, this is simply about the agreement, and nothing more. After all, it’s possible to be close to someone you enjoy sleeping with.

From my perspective, once I give her my baby batter and she gets knocked up, that seals our deal and I’m home free.

“I can’t believe you’re fucking arousing me in a pair of sweats,” I say and laugh.

“I can make anything sexy,” she says. “Just watch this.

She takes the fork in her hand and licks it, up and down, running her tongue across it. She eyes me seductively.

“Damn, you aren’t kidding.” I shake my head at her amazing abilities to turn me on.

“You should know by now how good I am at working a stick.” She winks.

“Are you talking about driving?” I joke.

She ponders this.

“Driving a cock into my pussy maybe,” she says and giggles with delight because she knows how fucking hot she is.

“You really know how to heat things up,” I admit and pull her by her hips so that she’s sitting on top of me, straddling me.

“Why don’t we take these clothes off?”

“Do you think it’s hot in here?” Her voice is barely above a whisper.

“Yes…” Our eyes pierce through each other.

“Maybe we can play a little game.” She bites her lips.

“I love games,” I murmur, smiling at her.

I take her hips and grind her on top of me but she squirms, wiggling away.

“Not yet, solider,” she reprimands.

I groan.

“Come on, sexy girl, you’re such a fucking tease.”

“Exactly,” she says and gives me a smug grin.

“My soldier wants to play now.” I’m fucking begging, even though I hate fucking pleading with a hot chick when they know they have the fucking upper hand.

“Your soldier will get his turn,” she says. “We have to play fairly.”

“Okay,” I say, giving in.

“I’m going to state something, and when I do…you either say true or false.”

I lean back on the couch and place my hands behind my head.

“What’s in it for me?”

She climbs off me and stands a few feet away in the center of the room.

“Well…each time you get an answer right, I’ll take off a piece of clothing.”

I sit up. Okay she has my attention. I’m fucking into this.

“This sounds like the kind of game where in the end, everyone wins.”

“That’s why I like it. I think the results will be favorable to everyone involved,” she says and grins, pretending to have the voice of a game show host.

“There’s only one thing I don’t like about this game,” I say.

“Oh yeah? What is it?” She juts out a sexy hip and places a hand there while she pouts playfully.

“I have to guess the answers?” I say.

“Trust me, they’ll get easier as we go along.” She blows me a kiss.

“Well then in that case, let the games begin,” I say and gesture with my hands for her to proceed.

She stands straight at attention and closes her eyes briefly.

“True or false, my favorite color is yellow.”

I study her, trying to see if she’ll give away any clues, but she holds still with her poker face.

“Um, true?” I take a wild guess.

“Yes!” she shouts and jumps in the air.

“Holy shit, I totally swear I’m just winging it here,” I say and then wonder if she’s just saying true, so she’ll be able to remove an article of clothing.

“You’re better than you think you are,” she teases.

“So now do I get to decide what piece of clothing you take off?” I ask eagerly.

“Nope,” she shakes her head. “You just have to wait it out.”

“I fucking hate waiting.”

I pretend to be irritable about that part of the game, but she just continues to shake her head, taunting me and making my cock throb.

“True or false,” she whispers. “I like hanging out with you.”

I laugh.

“I hope it’s true. Otherwise, we’re in a very awkward situation right now.”

“True.” Her eyes gleam but she doesn’t smile.

She’s going into her sexy focus zone; I can see it and smell it in the air. I know this look. I swallow hard, becoming more turned on by the second. She removes her shirt and her pants, leaving only her bra and panties exposed.

“True or false,” she breathes. “I’m wet right now.”

My voice is squeaky. “Can I come check for myself?”

“Answer the question first.” She stares at me and some pre-cum oozes out and makes my own boxers damp beneath my pants.

I need to fuck her, like now.

“True,” I say and gulp as my heart beats frantically in my chest.

“Then come here,” she says and removes her panties.

I slowly approach her, afraid that she’ll run if I get there too fast. Plus, I want the moment to last forever.

When I’m only an inch away, the heat between us fills the room and the silence is sexy and dense with arousal.

Without a word, I place two fingers between her legs and pull apart the pink, sensitive fleshy parts of her pussy lips. Fuck, she’s wet as shit and her juices are warm and silky on my fingers.

She leans her head back and moans softly.

“True or false,” I whisper with provocation. “I want to go down on you right now.”

“True,” she moans softly and her breath tickles my cheek.

“There’s only one thing left to take off now,” I say and unhook her bra.

When she’s completely naked, I stare at her in a trance, captivated by how fucking hot she is. There’s only one lamp on in the room, and the shadows make her figure seem delicate like a ballerina.

“Kiss me between my legs,” she begs. “I want to fuck your face.”

“Glady.” I grin with mischief and gently lay her on the floor by the couch.

I am so fucking ready to dive right in to taste her sweet nectar.