Page 140 of The Billionaire's Fake Wife
Blame?What does he mean?
"I’ll tell you this much. I’ve never wanted anyone as much as you. Never felt this… close to anyone else before. Never allowed anyone to see the parts of me you have."
But it’s not enough. Can’t you see that?
"I don’t know if I can give you my heart. Hell, I doubt that exists after everything I have done so far, but my body, it’s yours for the taking."
My throat closes.
This man, he could talk forever, and I could listen to him. Hell, I could orgasm, multiple times, one after the other to the timbre of his voice. I want more.
What? What do I need?
"How about a deal?’
"Oh?" He tilts his head.
"You’ve gotta admit, you’re not exactly in any position for negotiating."
He smirks. "Clever girl."
"I’m learning from the master."
"Damn right." He squeezes his dick from base to tip and my gaze drops to his crotch. Droplets of cum drip from the tip of his cock, which has definitely engorged further in the last few seconds.
"Why, Mr. Sterling, I do believe, that you love it when I sass you."
"Never denied that." He growls. "Stop dicking around, Bird, what’s your game?"
"Not a game." I bite down on my lower lip and he inhales.
See? He’s definitely not as much in control as he pretends. He’s as much at a loss as I am. I draw up my shoulders, cross my fingers, "I get to take the lead in bed."
