Page 77 of The Grumpy Billionaire

“Hugo.” She’s breathing harder. “The comedy part is over.”

I’m so hard, I can barely think. “Are you quite sure?”

“Maybe.”

I release her hands and kiss her and then I pull away. “Unbutton the next button of your shirt.”

She looks uncertain.

“Do it, or do I have to do it for you?”

She complies.

“Do the next one, Stella. Take it all the way off.”

I watch her unbutton her shirt. A red lacy bra comes into view. Did she pick that out for me? I watch her wriggle out of her shirt.

“Bra, now,” I say softly. “Hot as it is.”

She removes it and drops it to the floor. “Skirt now.”

“Not the panties first?”

I growl and go to her.

“No way! No ripping! Not these ones.” She wriggles out of her skirt and panties, and stands there, completely naked. She puts her arms around me. “Say the thing again.”

“What thing?”

“You know.”

I take hold of her hair and bare her neck like a vampire. “Relent to me,” I growl, planting kisses up the silken side.

She gasps, hands roaming all over my shirt. “Relent in what sense?”

“What?”

“Relent. What does it mean?”

“It doesn’t matter.” Nothing matters. There’s only touching her. Tasting her.

“You have to tell me what it means in your mind.”

I growl.

“Tell me,” she gasps. “It’s hot and I need you to tell me.”

“It’s a term I’ll use in conjunction with a certain data mapping concept. Forget it.”

“Tell me how you use it.”

I kiss down her belly. “I might say something like, through successive iterations…” I kiss lower. “The rules relent to accommodate the evolving objectives.” I kiss her mound.

“I was right—it is a nerdy way of saying submit.”

“Yes.”

Stella is panting. “Say it again.’”

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