Page 79 of Grumpy Billionaire Seeking Wife

My jaw drops. She's got to be kidding. I see the way her lips are twitching, and I suddenly figure out what's going on. She wants me to kick her out. Well, two can play that game. I realize then that little Sabrina is a lot more devious than I'd initially thought. "Will you clean up the poop, and I'll think about the plan for what I'm going to do."

"What do you mean, the plan for what you're going to do? I mean, if I live here, then Bruno has to live here because he is where I am. That's how these things go." She stands up. "Bruno, to your bed."

"What bed?" I say, and then my eyes narrow as he jumps up onto the couch again and rests his head against my throw pillows. "That is not his bed, Sabrina."

"I figured you would want him on the couch rather than the bed, right?"

I just stare at her. "Are you going to pick up the poop?"

"I guess so," she says, smiling at me sweetly. "How was your trip? Are you hungry? Do you want me to make you breakfast?"

"Breakfast a la Sabrina?" I say, raising an eyebrow. "Do we have more ramen noodles for you to ruin?"

"Ha ha. Very funny." She giggles. She walks over to me and wraps her arms around my neck. "It's good to see you," she says, fluttering her eyelashes and looking up at me. "Thank you for letting me keep Bruno." I stare down at her, at her pink, luscious lips and rosy cheeks, and I just smile.

"I think you need to clean up the poop," I say. She giggles, steps back, and goes to the kitchen to grab some paper towels. I follow behind her and watch as she bends down to pick up the poop, her T-shirt riding up so that I can see her ass. She's wearing a thong again. Immediately, my cock twitches. She's so fucking sexy. I reach over and slide my hand around her waist, and she gasps as I slip it up to the top of her shirt.

"Wes," she says, moaning slightly, still bent over, her ass in the air.

"Yes, darling?"

"What are you...?" My hand reaches up and plays with her nipples. She moans slightly. "Oh, my gosh."

"I missed you," I say, as I reach down and slide my finger into her panties. She moans slightly as I rub her clit. I'm delighted to see that she's already wet. I grind my crotch into her ass, and she wiggles it gently back and forth. I'm about to unzip when I realize that she's still bent over the poop. I chuckle. "Go and throw that away," I say.

She stands up straight again and looks at me. "You're bossy."

"And you're naughty," I say, licking my lips. "Throw it away and wash your hands."

"You don't tell me what to do, Wes Carrington."

“I'm not telling you what to do. I assume that's what you were going to do anyway."

She just shakes her head and walks with her head held high towards the kitchen. I watch as she throws the poop into the trash can and then washes her hands. She stands there as she dries them and just stares at me. "So, do you want some breakfast?”

“I do,” I say, nodding as I stalk into the kitchen behind her. “I’m very hungry.”

“So what would you like?”

“I don’t want ramen.”

“I’m not going to make you ramen, Wes. Would you like some toast or eggs?”

“No,” I say, laughing. “You know exactly what I want.”

“No, I don’t. Pancakes?"

"I want you, Sabrina." Her eyes widen as I pick her up and place her onto the large countertop.

"Wes, what?"

"You know what. Take your top off," I say. She stares at me for a couple of seconds and shakes her head. "Take your top off." I look down at her again and let out a low, guttural growl. She swallows, and I watch as she pulls the top off. I grab it from her hands and throw it to the ground. I lean forward and give her a kiss on the lips, my fingers grazing her nipples. "That's what I'm talking about." I grin. "I've missed you. Have you missed me?"

"Maybe," she says, her words light and low. I chuckle as I reach for her panties and pull them down. Then I spread her legs and place my mouth in the one place it's wanted to be for the last week. She moans as I lick and suck her. I can feel her close to orgasm within minutes of eating her out. Her hands are gripping my hair, and it turns me on even more than I already am.

"Fuck, you taste good," I say as I thrust my tongue into her and suck on her clit.

"Oh, fuck,” she says. “Oh, my gosh, Wes, I'm going to come," she moans, and then before she's able to experience orgasm, I pull my tongue out of her. I look down at her, and she's whimpering.

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