Cash (Lucky River Ranch, #1)

by Jessica Peterson

Cash lifts a brow. “You havin’ second thoughts? About not using more protection?” “No,” I answer swiftly. “Not at all. I don’t think it’s any secret I’m addicted to you. To the sex we have.” One side of his mouth curls upward. “So you’re using me to get quality dick.” I laugh. Goddamn it, leave it to this man to make me laugh in the middle of a very real crisis. Is it a crisis, though? “You’re an all right dancer too. And your coffee is okay.” He chuckles. “Keep goin’. I like this game.” “Oh, please, last thing you need is an ego boost. You know how gorgeous and hardworking and sweet and selfless you are, Cash. I don’t need to tell you that.” He lets his head fall back on the headrest and rolls it to the right so he can smile at me. “But you just did. So I’m gonna tell you how gorgeous and hardworking and caring and genuine you are, Mollie.” I look away, hoping he doesn’t see how furiously I’m blushing. “You’re just saying that because you’re feeling guilty for possibly knocking me up.” “You think I feel guilty?”