Page 4 of Challenging the Billionaire
“I insist. You go first.”
Jasmine balanced her glass of champagne in one hand and the spinner in the other. Ethan reclined on the far end of the bed, one arm propping up his head. The man couldn’t look more bored. Probably why he wanted Jasmine to go first and get this pathetic party started.
She took a drink and laid the spinner flat on the bed. “Are you ready, Mr. Cole? I’m about to sex game your brain away.”
“Go for it.”
Here we go.Jasmine flicked the spinner. It made a half-ass attempt at going around the circle, and instead landed just one wedge away.
“What’s the triangle space? Move me there.”
Ethan picked up the red token and placed it on the nearest triangle. He laughed.
“What?” Jasmine picked up the instructions. “Talk… dirty.”
“Come on, baby, talk dirty to me.”
Jasmine didn’t need his patronizing tone.He thinks I can’t talk dirty unless we’re in the middle of doing it.Well, he wasn’t wrong. Jasmine would never be known as a woman who could dirty talk at the drop of a hat. She much preferred having the dirty talk come inherdirection.Ethan’s good at talking dirty.That’s how he got her in bed half the time. The man was merciless with his words.
He looked at her, expectantly. Put on the spot like that, Jasmine had no idea what to say.
“I… am really horny.”
Ethan sucked in his lips for the briefest moment before throwing his head back, laughing. Jasmine downed the rest of her champagne.
“Every time you come home from work looking like you just took over half of the world, I get so wet that all I can think about is riding your cock until I come a half dozen times.”
Ethan stopped laughing. “Go on…”
Blushing, Jasmine tried to hide behind the champagne flute, but could only obscure so much. “You’re hot, okay?”
“Go on…”
Ah, yes, dirty talking to Ethan Cole mostly meant huge ego strokes. And cock strokes. Whichever got him going the most.
“I mean… well, you wanna know why I decided to go on that date with you a year ago? After you made it clear you only cared about sex?”
“Do tell.”
“It wasn’t just about the money you offered me. It was the fact you’re also super hot and, hey, I wouldn’t mind fucking you.” She looked away. “To be fair, you were mostly fucking me that night…”
“I remember.”
Jasmine pushed the spinner in his direction. “Your turn.”Please land on dirty talk.Jasmine would be more inspired if her boyfriend got it started.
He picked up the spinner and flicked it lazily. “Square,” he said. His fingers wrapped around his token and brought it up to the nearest square. “Oh, I wanted to do that anyway…”
Jasmine looked.
Remove One Article Of Clothing.
It was no surprise when Ethan sat up and pulled off his jacket. Jasmine took it off his hands and draped it across a lounge chair within arm’s reach of the bed. When she looked back, Ethan had returned to his pose, only now with just a shirt to cover his torso.Hello there…Too bad he hadn’t started unbuttoning. Jasmine’s boyfriend worked out. A lot.
“Your turn, love.”
Jasmine was halfway to grabbing the spinner, but stopped when she heard that term of endearment.Love?Ethan rarely called her pet names unless he was heavy in “romance mode,” and that usually included some variation of rose or flower. The man was not good with expressing his love for Jasmine. Sheknewhe loved her, but he rarely offered those words up before she did. It was like he had to be reminded, “Oh, yeah, I should tell her I love her.”
So for him to call her “love” was a trip and a half. Jasmine eyed him suspiciously as she picked up the spinner and flicked it with her index finger. Before Ethan could look at the result, he was up, taking Jasmine’s empty flute so he could fill it with more alcohol.
