Page 20 of The Billionaire's Marriage Dare

“I did.” Jane couldn’t quite meet his eyes this time. “But only...in...a...”

Be yourself.

She heard herself say, “Sex-doll-sort-of-way?”

Silence.

Shit. Should she have pretended just a bit about that maybe? Unable to handle his silence, she slowly turned towards his direction, peeking at his face—-

“I am wounded,” he said gravely.

Oh thank God, he hadn’t been turned off!

“D-don’t be.” Her voice wobbled a little, the way her feelings seesawed from fear to relief making Jane feel a little dizzy. “You were like Don Juan de Marco in my dreams. Like, the best.” But she ended on a strained note, with all their talk about sex making her remember things she didn’t and shouldn’t remember—-

The feel of his mouth on hers, his tongue penetrating her—-

The feel of his breath against her skin——

The feel of his finger shoving inside her pussy—-

A whimper tried to crawl out of her throat, but Jane managed to keep it down.

“Jane.”

Oh God.

That crisp, sexy purr.

It was like having her own James Bond—-

He suddenly stood up, and this time she did whimper, and when he leaned forward, she couldn’t help leaning back, balancing herself as her palms landed against the tabletop.

“What can I do to convince you?” Christian asked. “What do you want?”

“I d-don’t know—-”

His head started to move towards her.

“I c-can’t think—-”

Jane tried to lean back as far as she could—-

She fell on her elbows, and she gasped when she realized she was practically laid out on the island like she was attempting to turn her body into his feast—-

And then she caught the look in his eyes, one that told her he was thinking the exact same thing.

A tiny moan escaped her, and Jane felt his hands curve around her calves.

One firm yank, and she slid back down, more of her legs dangling while her pussy stopped right at the edge of the counter. His hands slowly moved up on her legs, parting her thighs, and oh God—-

Oh God.

She could feel his breath against the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, and her entire body trembled. His fingers skimmed the edges of her underwear, and she could feel her brain cells dying one by one—-

Christian was tugging her panties down.

—-until only her ability to feel was functioning.

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