Page 126 of The Billionaire's Baby
I wipe the moisture from her cheek, "I know… Stupid of me, but I was concerned and besides, it’s all your fault."
"What?" She scowls. "Why?"
"Because of you, I have babies on my brain, and when I saw you in pain, and clutching your middle... Well, come on. It was a logical conclusion. And then, when I thought you’d lost the child… I…" I set my jaw, "I only, then, realized how much I wanted to give you the baby you long for."
"Something which is never going to happen now.
She pushes away from me, and jumps to her feet. "What are you doing here anyway?" She flicks her hair over her shoulder, "How dare you barge in here and put your hands on me as if you are…?"
"Mine," I say simply. "You are, Sparks, and I am not letting you forget it that quickly."
"You did a damn good job of it this past week."
"I was trying to give you space. I didn’t want to crowd you."
"Well, you're crowding me now."
I rise to my feet, drag my fingers through my hair. "Look why don’t I go get whatever you need from the shops, and then we can talk?"
"You can get me what I need, and hand it to the porter downstairs to bring it up. Speaking of," she glances at me with suspicion, "how did you get past him and get inside?"
"Uh..." I shove my hands in the pockets of my jeans. "I have my ways."
"Oh." She stares at me, then the wrinkles on her forehead clear. "Ohhh! I see."
"What?" I take a step forward and she throws up a hand, "Don’t come any closer, you...you... Conniving ass."
I stiffen. "Now look here a minute—”
"No, you look here." She draws herself up to her full height. "I thoroughly investigated the ownership of this building, and it hadn't revealed any connection to you," she says slowly, "but you do have a connection, don't you? You own this building."
"Through a company that acts as an interface," I admit.
"Which means the porter is your employee, of course," she snarls, then stiffens. "But I checked out the apartment. There were no cameras in the apartment, so how did you know when to rush in?"
"I waited until you'd completed all of your checks and were all moved in."
"So, every time I was in any of the rooms, you spied on me?" She glances around the space wildly. "And the bathroom? Did you also bug the bathroom?"
"No." I scowl. "Of course, not. I don’t have cameras in the bathroom. I am not some creepy-ass stalker."
She bursts out laughing. "You’re not, huh? I can’t think of another way to define your stalkerish behavior."
"Hey," I hold up a hand, "Cut me a break, will you? I wanted to give you your space, but I wanted to be sure you were safe."
"So what? You jerked off to watching me crying into my ice-cream?"
"Uh… Not exactly." I shuffle my feet.
"So, you did jerk off?" she asks carefully.
"I…uh, I may have." It’s one thing to do it, another to admit to it, and to the woman I’m trying to make a good impression on. Shit. "I mean, you’re so fucking beautiful when you sleep."
"You watched me as I slept?" She opens and shuts her mouth. Then her cheeks redden, "So, you saw me when I… I…"
I nod, "I saw you shove your toys inside yourself and bring yourself to orgasm. That’s when I almost came over and—"
"Hold on," she tilts her head, "you almost came over then?" She stiffens, "And this time when you saw me in pain... How did you get to me so quickly?"
