Page 41 of Grumpy Billionaire Seeking Wife

"And that way is?" She cocks her head to the side, and I can see her brain running through every scenario. "Tell me."

"Take off your jeans."

"What? No way. Are you crazy?"

"I'm not crazy." I laugh. "But this is a way for me to test if you want me or not."

"If I take my jeans off or not?"

"No, that's just step one."

"I'm not taking all my clothes off, Wes. You're crazy."

"I'm not asking you to do that. Just the jeans. And the top, if you want."

"I don't want." She shakes her head. "My body feels nothing for you, Wes. I'm sorry, but those days are over."

"Then prove it to me. I think you want me. And I think that's why you came over tonight. But if you're scared to show me what you really want, there’s no need to lie. You know, I'm going to figure out the truth." I chuckle. "Then I understand. Maybe you're still embarrassed."

"You wish." She scowls and jumps up off the couch, and I watch as she undoes the top button of her jeans and pulls them down. I swallow hard when I see she's wearing a sexy black thong, the thin strip of material not doing much to hide her neatly trimmed bush. She steps out of the jeans and throws them on the couch and into my arms. "There. Do whatever you want to with them. I do not care."

"I don't want your jeans." I laugh and grab her hand. "I want you on my lap again."

"What?" She frowns and rubs her palms together. "Why?"

"To scientifically test if you no longer want me." I grin. "Sit on my lap again. If you don't end up wet, I will believe you."

"Really, Wes?" She rolls her eyes. "You're full of yourself." She steps forward and crawls on top of me, lowering herself onto my lap again. "Okay, I'm on you. And I'm the driest I’ve ever been in my life.” She throws her head back and laughs. “Sorry to bust your bubble, but I feel nothing, and there's nothing you can do to make me want you either. As far as I'm concerned, you're an asexual being."

"An asexual being?" I raise my eyebrow, an annoyed feeling in my head. I don't know if she realizes it, but her egging me on like this is making me even more motivated to make her tell the truth. "So, there's nothing I can do that would turn you on."

"Not a thing." She yawns. "Is the food going to be here soon? I'm hungry." She sounds bored, and I know she knows exactly what she's doing. I grab her by the waist and lift her up and carry her through to my bedroom. "What's going on, Wes?"

"Just continuing the test in a more comfortable room." I drop her onto my bed, and she stares up at me with hooded eyes. "I mean, you don't mind, right?"

"Nope. Whatever you need to do to get it out of your head that I want you." She smiles sweetly. "Try your best."

"Okay, then." I slide my sweats off and pull off my shirt so that I'm standing there in just my briefs before heading back onto the bed.

"What are you doing?" Sabrina blushes as I pull her into my arms.

"Are you hot and bothered?" I run my fingers across her stomach and towards the top of her panty line. She stills, and I can feel her breathing change slightly.

"Not in the least." She yawns loudly. "I hope I don't fall asleep."

"Me, too," I say as I roll her over onto her back and lower myself over her body. "Wrap your legs around my waist."

"Why?" she says as she does my bidding. I grind my cock against her pussy as I kiss the side of her neck. She whimpers slightly and runs her fingers down the side of my arms. "Is that all you got?" She throws her head back and laughs. "I'm not into you, Wes Carrington."

"Liar."

"There's nothing you can do that would make me want you like that anymore." She giggles. "Sorry."

"I don't believe you."

"Believe me." She pushes me back and sits up, and I watch as she takes her top off. My breath drops as I stare at her naked breasts. "Touch me all you want. You'll see."

My fingers move over to her breasts, and I pinch her nipples for a few moments before going to kiss her. She moves her mouth away from mine.

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