Page 34 of The Billionaire's Wake-up-call Girl

A tiny huff of breath. Did he think that was funny? “You and that sassy mouth of yours. God, if I were there, I’d put you over my knee so fast.”

Shivers explode over me. “W-what?”

“I’d put you over my knee and rip those little pj pants right off your ass and give you a good, hard spank.”

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me just fine,” he says. “You and that smart mouth of yours need to be taught a lesson. Don’t you think?”

I swallow. Something wicked inside me says, “Maybe.”

“No maybe about it,” he rumbles.

In other news, my finger finds its way up to my nipple, pinching and kneading. The sensation radiates all through my body. “Are you so sure I’m wearing pjs?”

“Pretty much,” he says. “Matching. A little bit prissy.”

“Well, aren’t you smart.”

“I’m right?”

“Pretty much.”

“I’d make you feel so good,” he whispers.

“Somebody’s feeling presumptuous,” I say. Like I’m not completely winging on my nipple, enjoying the thrill of his forbidden dirty talk. “You might be taking the ‘call girl’ portion of ‘wake-up-call girl’ a little far.”

“Somehow I don’t think I am.”

I swallow, trying to think of a clever answer, but my mind has gone offline.

“And I promise you,” he continues, “I’d know how to handle you. You’d want things good and dirty. So fucking dirty, and you know I’d deliver. You might even like me to hold you down. Can you feel my hands around your thighs?”

“Yes,” I whisper softly.

“I am not a man with a lot of mercy in him—that’s something you’re figuring out right about now.”

I close my eyes. He is not a man with a lot of mercy in him. It seemed like such a bad trait before.

“You would give yourself over to me, and I would be every inch the asshole you need me to be. I would push you right up to your edge. Maybe a little bit past it. Just a little, though. Just enough to make it interesting.”

“Yeah?” My voice sounds breathy. Operator Seven is getting into this.

“Oh, yeah.”

I slide my hand down over my thigh, back up between my legs.

“I can hear your hand right now. Skin sliding across fabric. Something silky, maybe.”

“Silky. Pink with flowers.”

He huffs out a breath at this extra detail. Like he really, really loves it. I close my eyes, enjoying the resonance of his pleasure.

“Tell me where you’re touching yourself.”

I swallow.

“But only if you’ll tell the truth,” he adds suddenly. “No lies. I hate lies. What I want with you is a little bit rough and real as dirt.”

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