Page 68 of The Damaged Billionaire's Obsession

“You were fucking amazing yesterday, you know?” His deep, sleep-roughened voice washes over me, making my breath hitch. That might be the first compliment I’ve ever received from him, and it goes straight to my clit.I clench my thighs.

Geez, calm down girl.

“Really? You weren’t even there.” I whisper

“I was watching online. And I was enthralled. Bonnie I have never ever seen anyone do what you do with a roomful of people. You’re incredible.”

Oh God, I’m sick. I’m so wet now and throbbing with need, I have to bite my lip to suppress a moan.

It feels incredible to hear him praise me, but I’m also terrified of what might happen if he carries on doing it. I decide to lighten the mood before I start to hump his leg. Somehow I don’t think I’d ever live it down.

“Stalker,” I accuse.

“Brat,” he returns.

“Ethan?”

“Yes?”

“Thank you. I mean it. Really, thanks.”

“You’re welcome.”

“Oh look, we’re breaking out the manners now.” I chuckle.

“I only bring them out once in a while and on special occasions.”

I need to ask him a question that has been torturing me for weeks.

“Ethan?”

“Yes, Bonnie?”

“Why didn’t you want me to have Dreadlite? Was it because you thought I’d mess it up?”

He pauses for a beat. “Far from it. It was because of this.” He drags me even closer to him and grinds his erection against my bottom. I suppress a moan.

“I don’t understand,” I whisper.

“Yes, you do. And you were right, I don’t trust myself around you.”

I can’t speak. Warmth spreads all over my body. My nipples bead painfully. We’re only talking, and I’m already getting dizzy with arousal.

“Bonnie?”

“Yes?”

“Tell me what makes you afraid of me sometimes?” he asks.

“I’m not afraid of you!” I deny. “Why would I be afraid of you?” I’m not sure I’m ready for where the conversation is headed. I need to deflect this, fast.

“Afraid of what you feel then,” he corrects.

“Whoa, whoa. Bold of you to assume I feel something. I don’t feel anything for you.”

“Sure, brat. Turn around and look at me then,” he challenges.

“I should go. You’re my boss.”

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