Page 181 of The Billionaire's Fake Wife
I walk toward it, pick it up, then glance at her.
Her breath catches.
Holding her gaze, I pitch it toward the wastebasket. The buzzing cuts out.
She blinks. "Don't you need to check who that was?"
"You come first."
Her gaze widens.
"It could have been a potential merger or acquisition deal worth millions."
"Screw that," I growl.
She grabs a strand of her hair and tugs, "Wow, you sure can be intense, huh?"
"Better get used to it Bird." I chuckle. "You are all that matters to me. Your smiles. Your laughs. Your sighs. Your little moans when you come, the soft mumbles when you talk in your sleep, the little crease..." I touch my lower lip, "That drives me crazy. The deep lines..." I rub the center of my forehead, "That form when you are arguing with yourself. The heated fires in your eyes when you are angry. Your scent which deepens when you are aroused." I lick my lips, "The way you chew on the strands of your hair—"
She releases the tendril, purses her lips.
"It's gross, but hell, I love every single quirk about you. Especially this sexy, professional look with the fuck me pumps."
She giggles. "These are 1-inch wedges."
"It kind of went with the entire speech."
I smirk and she firms her lips.
"Especially that."
"What?"
I jerk my chin up. "The way you challenge me. You never give an inch, always push my buttons, and when you grab my dick and squeeze it..."
She reddens.
"...Hell, you are the only woman who has had me by the balls and all I could think of was, she can take the fucking lead in bed if that is what she wants."
"Anytime?" Her gaze widens.
"Sometimes." I growl.
"Next time?" She bites on her lower lip, and my dick twitches.
"On one condition."
"Oh, no, no, no." She backs away, arms raised. "You're not making this into a deal."
"You started it, Babe, better deal with the repercussions now."
"So?" She draws in a breath.
"So." I draw my shoulders back. "Summer, you're my fucking other half, so get your arse here, so I can put this damn ring on your finger, then bend you over my desk and spank you until you are on the verge of climax; then bury myself balls deep inside of you and claim you again and again and again until you want to come, and then I won't let you, not until I've fucked every damn orifice in that sexy little body, so you have no more thoughts filling that over-stimulated brain, and you've run out of anything to say, and then, if you are good, and perhaps if I feel like it... I might..." My groin hardens. "Let you come at the same time as me."
Her mouth opens and shuts.
I angle my head, "Is what I think I might have said."
