Page 40 of Grumpy Billionaire Seeking Wife

"I'm not a good girl, so I can't be one, and I don't want to humor you."

"You're obstinate." My hands tighten around her wrists, and she yanks back suddenly to get away from me. I hold on, enjoying the way she's wiggling back and forth. "Sabrina, be a good girl."

"What do you want me to say?" She shifts toward me, her lips parted. "Do you want me to sayyes, sir?I'll be your good girl, sir?" Her voice drops, and it's husky, sexy even. What is she doing? "Is this my sexy diva origin story?"

"What?" I blink and drop her arms. She grins, pushes me back, and shifts over so that she's sitting on the edge of my legs. I lean back slightly, and she places her hands on the side of my body. "Are you trying to tell me something, Sabrina?"

"What would I be trying to tell you?" She leans forward, her hair hanging down her back and falling into her face. Her lips pucker, and she shifts forward. She's now sitting firmly on my lap. "I thought I was being a good girl, sitting on Daddy's lap," she purrs and shifts forward. My cock twitches in my loose gray sweats, and she pauses. I know she feels the movement.

"Don't move." I grunt out. "Don't be a tease, Sabrina."

"I'm not a tease." She grips the side of my waist, and I reach up to grab her hips. Her eyes widen as I bring her up and then lower her again. My cock is now planted firmly between her legs, and she squirms. "Wes, what are you doing?"

"Do you ever think about last year?" I ask her softly.

"Nope." She shakes her head. "Not at all."

"I have a question for you." I lift my head so I can stare into her eyes.

"And that is?"

"Where did the negligee come from? Did you bring it with you?" I grin. "Was that a planned seduction?"

"Maybe." She shrugs and nods slowly. "What does it matter now? But yes, it was. I mean, I wouldn't call it a seduction exactly."

"I see, and I would." I lick my lips. "You came into my bedroom with the intent of us hooking up."

"I did. Am I the only woman who's made a play for you, Wes? You can't seem to stop talking about it."

"Not quite." I lean back so my head rests against the arm of the couch. "So, are you going to stay there, or are you going to do something?" I ask her, hoping beyond hope that she feels the same palpable sexual tension that I do.

"Do something?" She looks at me innocently. "Like what?" She presses her hands against my chest and bites down on her lower lip. "I wouldn't know what to do. What with me being a silly girl that can't even dress properly for first dates."

"I didn't say that." I pull her down towards me. "At all." She's breathing heavily now as she lies on top of me. "You know that."

"Is that why you invited me here? You wanted me on top of you?"

"Is that why you came over late at night?" I turn the question back on her. "To finish what we nearly started?"

"I came because you needed me to get our stuff." She blinks at me. "I don't care about anything else. I don't want you. Trust me."

"I don't believe you at all." I run my fingers down the side of her face. "I think you're lying."

"What? Nope. Not at all."

"Then let's test it and see."

"Test what?" She frowns. "What are you talking about?"

"You wanting me."

"I already told you I don't want you." She presses her finger against my lips. "I know that it's hard for you to believe, what with being a handsome billionaire and all, but I'm one of many women who don't want you."

"I don't believe you."

"Well, it's true." She shrugs. "I don't know how to prove it to you."

"I know a way." I grin wickedly, and she frowns as she shifts on me.

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