Jessa James - The Baby Mission

“I’m sorry, what did you ask? I was busy staring at you,” I say, shrugging.

Cady blushes. “I asked if you had any heart disease in your family. Or genetic conditions.”

I run my hand over my mouth and my beard, thinking. Do I?

“I don’t think so, no. What’s with the medical questions?”

She doesn’t answer my question though, she just follows it up with another question.

“Umm. Are you… like, clean?” she asks, her face burning bright red. “I mean, have you been tested recently for STIs?”

This is the first question she’s asked that has made me feel a little weird. I give her a suspicious glance.

“Why?” I ask flat out.

She puts her hand on my biceps in a soothing gesture.

“Just tell me. A girl has the right to know who she’s… maybe… doing stuff with, doesn’t she?”

My brows arch. “I’ve been tested within the last month, and came back with a perfect bill of health.”

Her face continues to burn. She bites her lip for a second.

“Okay. Ummm… I want to ask you something,” she says, her words hurried. I open my mouth to say something, but she stops me. “No, let me finish. I understand if it’s too much, but… I’m trying to get pregnant.”

“Whoa… what?” I say, taken aback. “You’re… what?”

“I’m trying to ask you to… you know… be my sperm donor. Except I want…” She has to stop, burying her face in her hands for a second. “This is way harder than it should be.”

“Are you asking me to… are you asking if I will get you pregnant?” I say. The words sound super weird coming out of my mouth.

“Yes!” she says, her words still coming out in a rush. “I can skip the whole fertility clinic thing if I find someone… someone that I like enough.”

I withdraw my arm from where it was resting around her shoulders and rub the back of my neck. What am I supposed to say to that?

“I don’t know…” I manage. “I just… I don’t know.”

“Listen,” she pleads, putting her hand on my thigh. “You know I’m a lawyer. You like freedom? I’ll have papers drawn up to make sure you stay that way. I’ll make sure that the agreement is airtight.”

She sees me glancing away and grows a little desperate.

“Jett, please look at me.” I look at her, and she smiles. “Hi. Sorry. I’m just… you’re so freaking hot, and you’re healthy. You obviously have great genes. And I can only imagine that our… our sex would be… preferable to whatever cold, clinical stuff the sperm bank has to offer. I’m basically asking…” she says, turning red again. “I’m basically asking you to have unprotected sex with me.”

“It’s just… a lot to take in,” I say uneasily.

On one hand, she’s actually pleading with me to pretty please come in her. On the other hand, I don’t fucking even know what to think about having a kid . Even if I wasn’t responsible for giving it any of my money or time, I would… what? Just walk around, knowing it was out there?

“I know it’s asking a lot. A really, really big favor. I understand if you need to think about it.”

I look at her for a long moment. She’s so tempting in that little red dress, with her long legs crossed. I want to experience her, to feel her plump lips wrapped around my cock, to feel her spasming around my cock. I want to see her blush red as a rose with her orgasm, see the storm passing through those wide grey eyes.

The wild side of me whispers just do it . But the reasonable side of me says please PLEASE think about this .

“Can I think about it?” I say at last.

She releases a breath, relieved. “Of course! Think it over, consult a lawyer… whatever you need.”

Cady moves a little, then opens her purse. She throws a hundred down on the table. Apparently she’s paying for the drinks tonight.

I’ve never felt like a prostitute before, but the situation is straying close to that territory now. I’m still at a loss for words.

“I’m just… I’m sort of…” I say, waving a hand.

“No need to explain. Just… you take all the time you need. You have my number,” she says.

She leans close, putting her hand on my pec. She kisses me gently on the cheek. I groan and catch her lips with mine, unable to help myself after fantasizing about her all fucking day.

The kiss is sweet and gentle, just a brushing of lips at first. Her lips are softer than anything I can imagine. I deepen the kiss, flicking my tongue against her teeth. She makes a quiet noise that is one part keening, one part animal lust.

I swear, that sound has me rock hard in seconds.

She opens for me, and my tongue sweeps the inside of her mouth. Jesus, she tastes sweeter than fucking candy.

I feel her push against my chest, and reluctantly let her go. We stay like that for a second, just looking into each other’s eyes, trying to read whatever is there.

Then she bites her lip and wipes at my lips with her fingers. “I’m afraid I’ve gotten red lipstick on you.”

“I wear it like a badge of honor,” I joke.

Cady smiles and scoots away, then gets up.

“I’ll be waiting for your call,” she says. “Goodnight.”

“Night,” I say.

I watch her walk out of the bar, and then I watch out the window. She cuts quite a figure on the darkened street, an elegant lady in red.

I sit back with a sigh. What the fuck just happened?

I’ve made plenty of propositions. Hell, I’ve even been asked for sex a few times.

But never in my thirty five years of life have I been asked to get someone pregnant . That, I swear, is totally and wholly unique.

I get up and leave a few minutes after Cady, my brain working overtime.

Yes, there is Cady. I have a pretty good feeling about her. That lust could be its own reward, honestly.

But what she’s asking? For me to create a life? That’s serious shit.

I have a lot of thinking to do about Cady and her proposition.

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