Page 33 of The Billionaire's Baby

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I stare at his face.

"What?" He scowls.

"It’s the first time I’ve seen you this excited about something other than—"

"You?" He smirks.

"Making money?"

"That ol’ chestnut." He studies me. "You shouldn’t always go by appearances."

"I could say the same."

"Touché" He tilts his head. "No mistaking you for what you are."

"Which is?"

"A strong, confident woman, who knows what she wants and doesn’t hesitate to go after it."

"And yet, here I am."

"Exactly," he agrees. "You saw a good deal and grabbed it with both hands."

"Hmm." Is it though? Is it what it appears to be on the face of it? What happens if… When I get pregnant? Can I do this on my own? Will he stick to his end of the bargain? Do I want him to?

"You’re overthinking this." He says this while glancing, once more, at the screen. "Take each day as it comes, Sparks. Don’t jump ahead."

"Is that what you’re doing?"

He straightens, then turns to me, takes in my appearance. His eyelids grow heavy. "I’m deciding what to do to you next."

A shiver runs down my spine and my thighs clench. "About that," I clear my throat, "you could have warned me."

"What would the fun be in that."

"When you practice Shibari—"

"Kinbaku."

"What?" I scowl.

"Shibari in Japanese means to tie."

"Isn’t that what you did?"

"While Kinbaku translates to tying tightly or tying deeply." He raises one eyebrow. "It describes a practice where connection between thenawashi,that is the rope artist, and thedorei, i.e. the slave or rope bottom, are important."

"Are you calling me your slave?" I mutter. "I’m not sure I like that—"

"—Yet." He grabs my waist and hoists me up.

I squeak, then wrap my arms around his waist. "What are you doing?"

"How long does your fertile phase last, you said?"

"Umm," I swallow, "technically, the peak was a few hours before my appointment yesterday, but I am sure the days following would count too."

"Let’s feed you first."

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