Page 38 of Mister Daddy

“Yes, it does. They dose you with all sorts of chemicals so that you’re basically tricking your body into thinking that you’re pregnant. It’s crazy, and I can’t do it to myself, not when my body has served me so well.”

His face falls, and those handsome eyes brood for a moment.

“I didn’t want to say this, but I don’t love condoms and diaphragms,” he says slowly. “I can always feel the latex, and it’s distracting. Not only that, but I sometimes can feel the diaphragm inside you too because I’m so big. It really ruins the mood, if you get what I mean.”

I nod, but my expression is firm.

“Yes, it kind of ruins the mood but what’s important is that we’re safe. I can see how diaphragms wouldn’t work given your enormous length,” I manage in a stammer. “So how about rubbers? We’ll use those, okay?”

But Carter’s expression is still troubled.

“Sweetheart, I just don’t love how they feel on me. I like my women sweet and natural, and totally bare too. It turns me off with that disgusting plastic smell, and it’s killed my desire in the past. Let me ask you a simple question: would you be okay with me pulling out?”

I stare at him, hardly able to believe my ears.

“You mean, when you’re about to come, you’ll pull out at the last moment?”

He nods, his gaze never leaving mine.

“Yes, that exactly. I know I sound like some ridiculous teenage boy, but it’s the best method for me if we don’t use the pill. And I swear I can do it. You’re not the first woman I’ve been with who’s said no to hormonal birth control, and I don’t have any children so far. Yet,” he adds with his hands up.

I stare at him.

“But you know even one drop inside me can get me pregnant,” I whisper. “We’d be playing Russian Roulette.”

He nods.

“I know, but I think that’s what would work best for us. Every method has its pros and cons, and baby girl, I just adore being inside you skin to skin. You’re so hot, tight, and wet, and the latex really blunts that sensation. Given what we’ve talked about in this conversation, would you be okay with pulling out? I promise, I can do it.”

I stare at him some more before taking a deep breath. Pulling out is risky, definitely, because all it takes is a small spurt, and I’d be pregnant. Yet, inside there’s a warm flush of heat because I trust Carter. Maybe we only just met but something about the billionaire puts my mind at ease, and I trust him with all my heart.

“You promise to pull out in time?” I ask in a soft voice.

“I promise,” he manages in a low growl. “You won’t regret it, I swear.”

With that, I loop my arms around his neck, smiling into that handsome face.

“I’m so happy with you, Carter, and I know we can make this work.”

“I know it, too,” he rumbles while those blue eyes pierce mine. “But I want to give you something to show you just how serious I am, Abby. Would you like to go to the jewelry store on board and we can pick something out for you?”

I gasp at him.

“Are you serious?”

He nods, those blue eyes fanning the flames of my heart.

“Yes, baby girl. I want to make you feel like a princess because you are a princess, sweetheart. You’re everything that I’ve dreamed of, and you deserve a gemstone to demonstrate my appreciation.”

I blush.

“You don’t have to,” is my whisper. “Gemstones and precious metals aren’t what I’m about. You know that,”

He nods, those blue eyes serious.

“Yes, and that’s what I love about you, Abby. You’re not materialistic at all, which is relatively rare given the women I’ve been meeting lately,” he says with a half-smile. But then the handsome man straightens again. “It’s because you’re so true and good that I need to get you a piece of jewelry,” he says. “Now let’s go,” Carter winks and with a slap on my bottom, he directs me out of his suite and down the hall to where the elevators await.

I can’t help but flush with heat, even as my wide eyes meet his reassuring blue ones. Is this really happening? Is this handsome man buying me jewelry because he feels something for me? My heart melts, and I smile tremulously at him. I’m falling in love with this man, and things don’t get better than this.