Page 53 of The Billionaire's Baby
"And you know that how?"
"Anything artificial that forces your body to go against its natural rhythm can’t be healthy."
"Let me be the judge of that."
"In fact, you are going to stop taking these drugs."
"No."
"Yes." I whisper my knuckles across her cheek. "At least, for the time we are together. I want you to be as nature intended you to be."
"And what’s that?" she chokes out. "A woman whose biological clock is ticking down? Someone who’s older than any of the girls you’ve dated before?"
"What are you talking about? You are far more beautiful, inside and out, than any woman I have met before. As for your biological clock, you’re what, twenty-two?"
"Thanks for humoring me. I’m twenty-nine."
"I’m thirty-one." I raise my shoulder, "Age is just a number."
"Spoken like a man," she mutters. "Anyway, I can’t believe I let that slip." She flattens her lips, "What the hell is wrong with me?" She squeezes her eyes shut. "How could I blurt that out? Why is it that when I am with you, I am not able to control what I say?"
"Maybe because I make you nervous?"
"Maybe it’s because I loathe your presence."
"Do you?" I wrap my fingers around the nape of her neck. "Do you hate me, Sparks?"
She tips up her chin and stares into my eyes. "No," she holds my gaze, "I don’t have any feelings for you.”
"I, on the other hand, can’t wait to show you how it can be when you put your trust in me."
"Trust?" She frowns.
"We may have fucked a few times, but you weren’t there with me, Sparks."
"Of course, I was."
"You resisted me every step of the way."
"That’s how I am." She raises her shoulders. "I am not a shrinking violet. I don’t need to be protected and coddled. I stand up for myself, don’t hesitate to go head-to-head with people who cross my path."
"Thank god for that." I pinch her chin, then press my thumb to her lower lip. "It’s why I want you, Sparks. I know I can be myself with you, and while it may surprise you, you won’t back down. I know you’ll meet me every step of the way. You’ll challenge me, annoy me, question my commands. It’s what makes you so…attractive."
"Because I am a challenge?"
"Because I can’t wait to have you fall apart over and over again. Because I can only hope to piece you back together in a way that makes sense for both of us. Because," I lean in close enough for my lips to ghost hers, "I want to be there when you subsume yourself in me and find out exactly what you’ve been missing all these years."
"You want to tame me?"
"I want to give you a chance to forget about the outside world. I want you to trust me to take you to the kind of heights where you won’t remember anything else outside of you, me, our joined cum, our wet skin slapping against each other, your breathless sighs, your moans, your pants, your sweat-drenched tits, your reddened arse after I’ve spanked you enough times that even a gentle touch on your behind sends spirals of delight through your pussy."
She draws in a breath.
"Will you allow me that?"
Her pupils dilate, she licks her lips, lowers her gaze to my mouth and stares for a long second. Then she firms her lips. "No," she mumbles, "I don’t think so. The deal was for you to impregnate me and me to pose as your wife. Doesn’t mean I have to enjoy it."
"Too bad." I straighten. "I intend to wring pleasure from you anyway."
