Page 21 of The Billionaire's Baby
What the hell? Why is she provoking me? Her pupils dilate, her breath hitches, and if I glance down, I have no doubt that I’ll see her nipples outlined against the fabric of my sweatshirt.
"It won’t work," I drawl.
"What?"
"Your less-than-effective attempt at getting a reaction from me. No one forces me, of course. Least of all, you, Sparks."
"Is that your opinion?"
"It’s my experience." I grab her waist, then lift her up and plant her on her feet. She squeaks.
"Take it off," I growl.
"What?" She frowns.
I jerk my chin at her clothes, "Those are mine."
"I don’t have anything else to wear."
I glare at her.
"You expect me to be naked?"
"You challenged me. You lost the right to wear clothes."
"Have you lost your mind?" She gapes. "This is the twenty-first century. You don’t get to treat me like…like…"
"My possession?" I kick up my lips. "Oh, but you are sweetheart. You're on my yacht, where my word is final."
She opens and closes her mouth. "This is ridiculous."
"Is it?" I fold my arms across my chest. "Strip," I snap, "or I’ll make you do it."
Her cheeks tinge red, and the pulse at the base of her neck speeds up. She reaches down, grabs the hem of the sweatshirt and pulls it up and off of her. Her breasts capture my gaze instantly. Creamy with pink areolas and dark nipples that stick up at me. My fingers tingle and the blood rushes to my groin. I stare down at the jeans that hang low on her waist. "Take them off, but first your socks."
She bends to slip off her socks, then unknots the belt. She slips her fingers under the waistband and pushes them down to reveal the length of her thighs; her tiny waist, the flare of those beautiful hips that I’d had under my fingers not too long ago. I draw in a breath, can't take my gaze off that gorgeous smooth-shaven pussy that I want to suck on; right before I thrust my tongue inside her and eat her out until she comes again. My groin hardens. A bead of sweat drips down my temple.
I ball my fingers at my sides, watch as she kicks off her jeans.
She plants her hands on her hips, tips up her chin and meets my gaze. "Enough?"
"Not really."
I circle the air with my fingers and her nostrils flare. Her golden eyes blaze at me. She draws in a breath and I shake my head. "You need me more than I need you, babe. Remember, you need me to pump you up with my cum before the end of the day.
"You’re so damn crude," she splutters.
"It’s the truth."
"Fine. Fine." She spins around on her heels, then faces me. "Happy?"
"Once more, and slowly."
She grits her teeth. A chuckle boils up and I press my lips closed. Wouldn’t do to tell her just how adorable I find her right about now.
"Do it," I snap instead. She stares at me then pivots on her heel. By the time she’s done a full circle, goosebumps pepper her skin.
"You’re cold."
