Page 443 of Billionaire Temptations

“You’re taking a bath now?”

“We are taking a bath. I need your naked body to warm me up.”

“We should talk first, Chloe,” I spoke with seriousness.

“And we will. In the bathtub.”

“I don’t want to have sex until you know everything.”

She frowned. “Who said anything about sex? I said a bath.”

“But I won’t be able to control myself with your naked body against me. You know my cock won’t behave.”

“I like it when your cock misbehaves. Now get out of those wet clothes and get in the tub.”

Fuck. Staring at her naked body as she climbed into the tub sent my dick straight up in seconds without warning. I missed her and her sexy body. Stripping out of my clothes as fast as I could, I climbed in behind her and tightly wrapped her in my arms.

“I know this is hard for you, Sebastian, so I’ll start. How come you never knew your parents?” she asked as she ran her finger up and down my arm.

“They left me on the steps of a church in Minneapolis when I was a week old with a note that said: ‘Please take care of our son and find him a good home.’ A woman who worked at the church took me in and took care of me until I was three years old. She was older and died of a massive heart attack in her sleep. I then became the property of the State of Minnesota. I was in and out of numerous foster homes until I was ten years old, all of which were very bad situations. After the last foster home I was taken away from, I was put in a group home. That’s where I met Eli.”

“I don’t understand. You were never adopted?”

“No. The system was fucked up, Chloe. It’s not as bad now as it was all those years ago, but still. I had some problems, and nobody wanted to adopt a kid that old who they considered trouble.”

“What kind of problems?”

I took in a deep breath. “I was a very angry child. I went into fits of rages, stole, drank, broke curfew, got arrested, and when I was sixteen, I was kicked out after smashing three of thewindows in the house. They considered me an adult and sent me out into the world to live like one.”

“My God, Sebastian. Did you go to school?”

“Yeah. That was one area in life that I was really smart in. Even with everything I had been through, I always went to school and got good grades. When the group home kicked me out, I still went to school every day.”

“Where did you live?”

“In an abandoned house tucked away down a dirt road that nobody ever traveled on.”

“How did you live? What did you do for money?”

“I had some money working odd jobs while I was at the group home. Then, when I was kicked out, I worked for a man named Kurtis. He owned a small construction company. I worked for him every day after school and all day on Saturdays. He knew of my situation, and he took a chance on me. He told me that if I screwed up, not only would he cut off my balls, but he’d make sure I never got another job in town. He was kind of scary.” I smiled. “I remember the first time he came to my house. He looked around and told me that I didn’t have to live like that. He told me to use the skills he taught me and fix the place. I asked him if he would help me, and he told me no.”

“Why? That was awfully rude of him.”

“He said that it was something I needed to do on my own.”

“So did you?”

“Yep. I worked on it after I did my homework at night and all day on Sundays. I can’t even explain how I felt once it was finished.”

“How long did it take you?”

“Two years. I even redid the outside. I tore out bushes, chopped down a few trees, put up a white picket fence, and poured a new driveway.”

“How on earth did you learn to do all that?”

“I studied and did a lot of research. Plus, I knew a few people in the trade who gave me some tips.”

“Remodeling a house is very expensive.”

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