Page 68 of The Billionaire's Baby
No.
No.
"Yes," I nod.
"So, you want me to simply turn you around and push you up against the window and take you with no preparation, then?"
My throat closes and my pussy clenches.Jesus, what’s wrong with me?Why does his uncompromising stance, his complete dominance, his lack of finesse when it comes to talking about us… Why does it sound so bloody appealing?"
"If I said yes…?" I swallow.
"Then I am sorry to say, the answer is no."
"What?"
"I have another idea on how to pass the time."
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Arpad
"This is your big idea?"
She stares down at the board between us on the table in the living room.
I’ve lit the fire, thanks to the wood I’d hauled in from the pile in the small shed on the other side of the house. Not that I am lacking in space or anything. After all, the entire island is mine. Which is why it always feels bizarre to talk about geographical boundaries in relation to this structure, know what I mean?
But I digress... I’d built the fire, then decided the best course of action would be to keep my hands to myself and away from her. Not that I don’t want her. On the contrary, clearly, I am fast becoming obsessed with her, and if I allow myself to take her one more time… It will be very difficult to walk away from her. Which is a bloody inconvenience, considering I promised her I would impregnate her. I needed a little time to think this through, hence… I reach for the letters on the rack, then lay them out on the board.
FOOL
Yep, that’s me, all right. I’d thought I would trap her into an arrangement and use it to, somehow, get to the truth of who was behind the incident… But, somehow, all that has become secondary to this connection that has sprung up between us. Something I need time to process—Ha! Me—the man who doesn’t think twice about navigating headlong into a storm… I need to evaluate my options here.
Falling for her is out of the question. So how am I going to fuck her, fulfill my end of the contract, and still, walk away without being trapped further? See what’s happening here? I am the one being lured into an ambush, thanks to this green-eyed sprite who chews on her fingernail while she contemplates the letters in front of her.
"Your turn," I prompt.
She huffs, "Fine, fine. Give me a moment here.”
"Do you want me to help?" I reach over and she holds her rack of letters away.
"Hey, stop that."
"Hey, just trying to help." I hold my hands up in front of me.
She scowls, then places the rack carefully in front of her on the table, "How old is this board anyway? I mean, who plays scrabble anymore?"
"I did, with my parents."
"Hmm."
She contemplates her letters, some more. "Tell me about them."
I stare at her.
"What?" she says without raising her gaze. "We’re going to meet your family. Surely, I should know something about my fake future in-laws?"
"Right." I drag my fingers across my chin. My whiskers are getting itchy. Damn, if I don’t need a shave. But for some reason I couldn’t find my razor. Apparently the place wasn’t as well stocked as I’d thought.
