Page 20 of The Billionaire's Baby
"Not happening."
I fold my hands about my waist.
"If not for yourself, then think of the child you want to conceive. You need all the nutrients you can get for that, don’t you?"
I pale. "Bastard."
He blows out a breath. "This is getting tiresome. Apparently, you still haven’t committed to our agreement."
I have and I haven’t. I mean he’s definitely the best candidate for my plan to have a child of my own. If only I weren’t this attracted to him. Or if I weren’t actually looking forward to sleeping with him…
Hell… This isn’t supposed to be remotely enjoyable. Not something I should be looking forward to... But the thought of those fingers on my skin again, those lips on mine, the rasp of his whiskers across my inner thighs as he swipes his tongue up toward my core… A shiver runs down my spine. My toes curl. No doubt, he is virile enough that I’ll be pregnant by the end of the week… But what will I have given up by then? And it isn’t about the fact that I’ll see him afterward, accompany him when he visits his parents, or the possible visitation rights that he wants… Which, by the way, I have no intention of granting him…
It is…the fact that I will not come out of this entire encounter unscathed. Our interaction in the shower had confirmed to me what I already knew… The man will seduce me, bulldoze through any barriers I may have built, and imprint himself on my body, my soul…my emotions… No way, am I going to let him do that. I need to find a way to protect myself. I need to…be compliant to what he wants, pretend to give in, while I guard that part of me deep inside that belongs only to me. If he thinks I am giving him anything more than my body, he is so wrong. The only way out is to beat him at his own game.
"Fine," I mutter, "have it your way." I brush past the table and plonk myself on his lap.
He frowns at me, then reaches down to scoop up some of the food. "Open," he holds the fork to my mouth. I part my lips and he feeds me. I curl my tongue around the tines and lick up every last remnant of the morsel.
His eyelids grow heavy as he watches me chew, then swallow.
He holds up another forkful to me, and another, follows my every move closely. I wriggle around to make myself more comfortable in his lap, and my thigh brushes the hard column at the crotch of his jeans.
"Oh." I freeze.
"Surprised?" He holds out another forkful to me.
"I’m more unsure why you didn’t allow yourself to come inside me earlier," I mumble.
"Patience, Sparks." His lips curl. "I plan to take my time with you, savor your every curve, lick your skin, taste your cunt, spank your butt and suck on your nipples, until you come from the sensations."
I swallow.
"That…uh, that sounds uncomfortable."
"Oh, trust me, I am going to make you very uncomfortable."
"You…you are?"
He nods."
"Make no mistake, I am going to worship you. I am going to dominate you. I want more than sex with you." He leans in closer until his eyelashes brush mine. "I am going to make art with you—dirty, filthy, impossibly screwed-up, emotionally moving art, that’s going to consume you and me, and by the end, you won’t know where you begin and where I end."
Heat blooms between my legs; I squeeze my thighs together.
"And what happened earlier in the shower?" I force out the words through cracked lips.
"Just an appetizer." His smile widens, "I am going to swallow all of you, Sparks. And by the time you realize it, it will be too late. I won’t stop until you’re a part of me, until I am imprinted in every cell of your body. That’s what you agreed to and I intend for you to honor this understanding."
My throat closes and my nipples harden to pinpoints of pain. Bloody hell, if he can turn me on with just his words, how will it feel when he goes through with what he has in his mind?
"That’s only for the duration of our arrangement, isn’t it?"
His forehead creases.
"Tick-tock, Alphahole." I curve my lips. "You are wasting time already. Or maybe you are better at threats than actual action, huh? Maybe...." I close the distance even further until my lips almost touch his, "maybe your threats don’t measure up to what you can actually deliver, huh?"
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