Page 45 of The Billionaire's Baby
This…is not how I’d envisioned this association of ours progressing. I am not the kind of person who loses control… Not when my father had treated me like one of the boys and forced me to run ten miles every morning.
Not when I'd stood up to him and proven that I could successfully run my own business. I’d proven to the world that I could take care of myself without anyone's help.
So, why the hell had I fallen apart when this bastard of a man, who has no idea about me or where I come from or what I‘ve been through, had put his hands on me—and his cock inside of me?
I wipe my arm across my face. It was only sex—until it wasn’t. Every encounter with that man is turning out to be far more intense than I’d expected. At this rate, I am going to walk away with a child... But without my heart. I cannot fall for this guy, no way.
"What did you say?" He raps on the door again.
I unlock it and swing it open. "I said," I tip up my chin, "how do you plan to make me pay?"
He peruses my features, then frowns. "What was that about?"
"You first." I fold my arms over my chest.
"I don’t answer to anyone."
I snort. "With that attitude, it’s a wonder you’ve had any success in business."
"Or maybe it’s because of this very attitude, that I am willing to take the kinds of risks no one else will."
"Is that what I am? A risk?"
"You’re an investment, an asset, make no mistake about that, Sparks. An easy way for me to get my family off my back about my bachelor status. And if I get a few free fucks along the way—"
Only when my hand connects with his face again, do I realize I’ve closed the distance between us. For the second time, his head snaps back, and the imprints of my fingers stand out against his face.
His eyes gleam and his nostrils flare. He cracks his neck and a thrill of fear slithers down my spine.
He takes a step forward.
I skitter back. "I… I’m sorry." My voice wavers. Hell, that won’t do. I can’t allow him to see how this mean angry side of him scares me, and turns me on. Shit, why am I behaving in such a stereotypical manner? Just because he is a dominant son of a bitch, doesn’t mean I have to connect with my inner submissive, right? Wait... What? Inner submissive? What the hell? I am used to being in charge—at home, at work… And no rich, prick alphahole is going to take that from me.
He prowls toward me and I dig my heels into the ground.Don’t give in. Don’t allow him to overpower me."You…You deserved it, though. How dare you insult me that way? How dare you act like...like I am your property, like you own me, like you can command me to do anything you want."
"Oh?" His lips twitch. He drums his fingers on his chest, as he looks me up and down. "Are you telling me you didn’t give me that right once you agreed to this partnership?"
"Partnership?" I scoff. “More like a one-way street, where your word is law."
"See?" He drags his thumb across that plump lower lip of his, "You do get it, after all. I knew you were clever, Sparks. Knew I’d made the right choice all along.’
"You…" I gape at him, then snap my jaws shut. "Youmade the choice?Iwas the one who proposed that you father my child."
He grins and I stiffen. Damn it, I walked into that. Somehow, everything I tell him gets twisted around to suit his own needs. No way, am I going to let him get away with it this time. I am going to show him that I am not like his other women. He cannot simply walk all over me.
I grab the hem of my—okay technicallyhis—shirt then pull it up and off.
His chest muscles go solid. He freezes in place. The twin orbs of fire that are his eyes seem to blaze, a blue flame, the hottest of all. He rakes his gaze down my breasts, down my stomach to my smoothly shaved pussy—I did it for myself, just so you know. I like to feel good in my skin and taking care of my body is an essential part of my regimen.
I jut out my hip, prop my hand on it, then watch as he approaches me.
He sinks to his knees, stares straight at my core. And my thighs tremble. "Jesus." His hot breath sears my center.
Goosebumps pepper my skin. He pushes his face into my core, and inhales. And the sheer intimacy of the moment, the animalistic way that he hums under his breath, that he stares at my center with adoration, is more than I can bear. Sweat beads my upper lip and my thigh muscles tremble. I fold my fingers at my sides, don’t move as he blows on my heated, throbbing pussy.
"Damnit," I swear aloud, and his lips kick up.
"Want me to make you come again, huh?" He smirks.
