Page 104 of Grumpy Billionaire Seeking Wife

“Well, yeah.”

“And so, if I’m not working getting it ready, it’s gonna take even longer. Plus, Erica is coming over tomorrow, and she wants us to do an interview with this author that’s written a book about?—”

I hold up my hands. “Is this another romance book?”

“Yeah, and?”

“I think that I’ll just wait to hear more about it in the podcast.”

She burst out laughing. “Really?”

“What? What can I say? I’ve heard more than enough romance books in the last week than I have ever wanted to know.”

“Maybe you should read one.”

I stare at her. “You’re kidding, right? Why would I read one?”

“Maybe you would happen to like it?”

“I think I’m okay. You know, when I read, I like to read sci fi.”

“Uh huh. What’s wrong with a little sci fi and romance together?”

“Sci fi and romance?” I wrinkle my nose. “I’m not even sure what that would be.”

“Well, there are lots of alien romance books.” she says, looking excited. “In fact, there’s this whole trope about aliens coming down from space to kidnap women, to take them back to space so that they can help them populate their planet.”

My jaw drops. “You what?”

“What?” She giggles.

“You know what, I’m just gonna pretend that I didn’t hear you say that there are romance books about aliens kidnapping humans to populate their planet, like on what Earth is that—” I pause as she glares at me. “What? What did I say, now?”

“You’re not meant to kink shame.” she says, glaring at me.

“You are not being serious right now, just because I don’t think that is sexy? You know what, I have nothing to say about the subject. I’m not into aliens. And I’m not into romance.”

“You just said that you liked sci fi.”

“I’m not going to win this argument, am I?”

“Nope.” she says with a sweet smile. “Go and watch sports, and then I will chat with you later.”

“Come let me give you a kiss before I go back to the living room.”

“Okay.”

I grab her face and kiss her hard. She presses her body into mine and I love the feel of her soft, supple limbs as I run my fingers down her back. She moans against my lips as I thrust into her and she feels my hardness.

“No.” she says, gripping my shoulders. “I have to finish working.” she says, breathlessly.

I grin down as I suck on her lower lip and tug on it. She moans again. “Wes.”

“Fine.” I say, dropping my hands and stepping back. “I’ll be thinking of you.”

“I’ll be thinking of you too.” she grins. I watch as she walks back over to the table and takes a seat.

I head out of the room and close the door gently behind me before making my way back to the living room and taking a seat.

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