Page 39 of The Billionaire's Secret Wife
She laughed humorlessly. “But not like Dane. He played me all along, egging me on, telling me I could never be a partner on my own. And I wanted to prove him wrong so bad I spent the last ten years of my life doing exactly that.”
“Isn’t partnership what you want though?”
“Yes,” she answered reflexively, then shook her head. “Maybe.” She huffed. After a moment, she added quietly, “I don’t know. I just wanted to do it on my own.”
That Justin could understand. Her family was wealthy and influential, and he bet it cast a long shadow everywhere she went. He didn’t see anything wrong with her wanting to be free of that. He’d always had the same desire himself.
He felt slightly bad about his role in her getting put on the “boring” work, but he couldn’t believe Highsmith hadn’t done a better job of spinning the work so it sounded ridiculously important. Like it was an honor to be on it.
Maybe he should have a quick conversation with the partner. Highsmith was to make sure Vanessa didn’t work too much, not piss her off by giving her scut work.
Their lunch arrived; Justin paid and brought it to the dining table. He’d ordered egg drop soup as well since she liked it, and settled down to decimate his Kung Pao chicken.
Vanessa chewed her pork. She seemed to have a good appetite now. Maybe the morning sickness the day before had been an aberration. Women threw up during pregnancy, but it couldn’t be optimal to lose one’s food when eating for two.
“Are you doing any work today?” she asked.
“No.” He’d cleared his calendar until Monday.
“What were you planning to do all day?”
“Oh, this and that.” He gave her a wicked smile. “Why?”
“Now that I can’t work, I don’t know what to do with myself.”
He chuckled. “I can think of a few things.” He washed down his chicken with Coke. “Actually, I was
going to take a nice hot shower…while thinking about you.”
She raised an eyebrow like she wasn’t affected, but her eyes where darker now. “Is thinking all you were going to do?”
He winked. “I don’t fist and tell. But I’ll let you watch.”
She licked her lips. “Seriously?”
“Seriously.”
“Now?”
“Now.”
Chapter Twelve
Vanessa couldn’t believe how turned on she was at the idea that he masturbated while fantasizing about her. She was slick and tingly between her legs, like they hadn’t done the dirty-and-sweaty the night before.
Justin started the water in the shower. Her master bathroom had a separate shower stall encased in glass. He brought a stool in. “Sit.”
She plopped down. He stripped off his shirt. Her breath caught at the hard, rippling muscles on his back and torso. The bright light showcased all his masculine perfection. He got rid of his shorts and underwear, and she pulled her lips in at how hard he was already. Long and thick, his shaft stood up, the head of his cock so close to his flat stomach.
He strutted around, shamelessly flaunting his body. He was gorgeous, his movements gracefully economical, like an athlete in his prime.
With a grin, he went inside the stall. The water sluiced down his body in rivulets, tracing every line. He shampooed his thick dark hair, and white suds skimmed down his strong back. He grabbed a bar of soap and ran it over his body.
“I think of you all the time, constantly.” His voice was low but clear over the sound of running water. “You come to me at the most inopportune moments at times, but it always makes me happy to think of you.”
One big, strong hand wrapped around his shaft, and Vanessa forgot to breathe. She’d never considered herself very visual or a Peeping Jane, but watching Justin start to pleasure himself with his eyes on her made her go instantly wet.
The water droplets beaded on the glass, and the steam fogged it, making it harder to see him, but it didn’t matter. It only added to the surreal sexiness.
