<p>He wants into my pants.&nbsp;</p><p><br></p><p>And I want a baby...</p><p><br></p><p>I want a baby, and I want it bad. But there's no Mr. Right in sight and I'm tired of waiting around for someone to rock my boat. So I decide that I'm going to have a baby on my own.</p><p><br></p><p>Then I meet Jett at a party. Tall, dark, and handsome, he is just my type. And when the playboy makes it clear that he's only interested in my body, I don't take offense in the least.</p><p><br></p><p>Blushing, I ask him to be my sperm donor, the old-fashioned way. And he says yes... as long as I agree to his terms.</p><p><br></p><p>That means skin-on-skin, lips crushed to lips, him satisfying me until I shout his name to the rooftops. And he's so f*cking good, I can't stand it.</p><p><br></p><p>Everything is fine, as long as I stick to the rules. No holding hands, no making plans. Simple as that.</p><p> </p><p>There aren't any feelings involved, until there are.</p><p><br></p><p>Rules are made to be broken right?&nbsp;</p><p><br></p><p>But so are hearts, and that's what I'm afraid of.</p>