Page 60 of Playboy Billionaire's Fake Marriage

“I don’t talk about it,” I try my standard defense.

“Oh indeed. Which is why you saw fit to tell my family your entire life story on the very day you met them.”

His tone, equal parts sarcastic and hurt, hits a nerve. I can’t very well tell the man that I was so excited to be around his family that I couldn’t stop talking. So I respond with a nonchalant shrug.

He heaves a sigh, then reaches over and takes my hand. “Stella, I had no idea that you lost someone so close to you.” His voice softens, a stark contrast to the earlier tension.

“Hey, I don’t need your pity, okay?”

“Pity is the last thing I’m feeling, right now.”

We fall into another tense silence, until Ryan says gently, “You know, you don’t have to answer questions you find difficult.”

“But wouldn’t it be rude not to answer?”

He shakes his head, “Not at all. If anything, it makes them feel bad for asking.” His explanation feels strange, yet oddly comforting.

“I don’t understand,” I admit.

“That’s just how it works with my family. Because anything you say could be twisted into gossip fodder or used against you, it’s more than okay not to answer a question.”

“Okay.” I file that bit of information away. “I really didn’t mind telling them though. I mean, they’re good people, right?”

“Of course. But Stella, I really had no clue things were that tough for you.”

My face heats up with embarrassment. “That was a long time ago, growing up. It’s not who I am anymore. That’s why I don’t talk about it; it changes how people see me.”

“You think knowing your past would change how I see you?”

“Well, it certainly did something to you. For four whole weeks, you couldn’t bear to be in the same room with me. Then I tell my ‘sob story,’ and of a sudden, you were all over me at dinner. I thought you said we didn’t have to put on a show.”

“It wasn’t a show.”

His denial sparks an unexpected warmth in my chest. “Oh, really? The touching wasn’t a show?”

“You took me by surprise tonight. And turned me on. The way you trusted my family enough to bare yourself that way... They were honored. You’ve won their loyalty.”

“Let me get this straight. Me opening up to your family turned you on?” His admission fuels my own desire, and the relentless throbbing in my core surges again.

His hand returns to my thigh, heavy and warm “Not that exactly. But how you owned your past, how strong you’ve had to be after losing the one person you had in the world. That’s what got to me. And somehow, it led me down the path of wanting to bury my cock in your tight warmth and fucking you until you’re limp.”

“Ryan” I gasp, his words are clouding my brain with a fog of arousal. I resist the urge to pull up my skirt so he can reach my bare skin.

“You were in a similar state all evening Stella. You want me. And you know what you have to do to get what you want.”

“Why do I have to be the one to ask though? Why can’t you do it?”

“Because I didn’t run my mouth saying how bad the sex was when you and I know it wasn’t.

“It just doesn’t seem fair that I have to beg.”

“No?”

“I say we choose who begs based on who needs it more. And before you say anything, I’ll have you know that I have perfectly working fingers.”

“I’ve got a good gripping hand as well.” He shoots back. At his words, my gaze immediately flies to his large hand gripping the steering wheel as he swings the Maybach into our underground parking lot.

I dimly register that we’re home even as my imagination kicks into overdrive. I remember how his hand felt holding me down by my nape. Spanning the small of my back. Slapping my pussy. How would it look wrapping around his cock and stroking himself? A fresh burst of wetness drenches my panties.

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