Page 133 of The Billionaire's Secret
She blinks. "How the hell do you know that? Have you been reading up on The Beatles?"
"You know what they say—nothing like knowing everything about your enemy to get the better of them. Knowledge is power, and all that."
"And you, have you ever had a pet?"
"You don’t get to ask the questions."
She pouts, "That’s not an answer."
"It’s the only one you’re getting." I twist my fingers inside of her and her entire body bucks. "Oh… Saint… Oh, I’m…"
"Come for me, Gigi."
She opens her mouth and a low wail keens from her.
I withdraw my fingers, bring my mouth to hers, "How do you feel?"
"Knackered," she whispers, then yawns.
"Good."
Keeping her in my arms, I rise up and step out of the bath tub. Walking over to where the towels are stacked on a shelf, I lower her to her feet. She winds her fingers around my waist as I pull out a large towel and dry her off first, then myself. I scoop her up and march over to the bed, lower her to the mattress. Sinking down next to her, I draw the sheets over us, before tucking her into my chest.
When was the last time I spooned someone this way? Never… Yeah, that’s the honest answer. So why her? Why this woman who holds a piece of the puzzle of who was behind the incident that turned the lives of the seven of us upside down?
Why her?
Why me?
Why this strange obsession with her that is quickly turning out to be a fixation?
"Saint?" her husky voice reaches me.
"Hmm?"
"Can I ask you a riddle of my own?"
Nope. Never.I’d sworn never to allow another to question me. To trick me again. To trap me into revealing more than I should, to stepping into a situation which could lead to my demise. Perhaps it is the sex… Or the fact that she has crept under my skin, or that the fucking has completely undermined my barriers…but hell… Answering one question wouldn’t matter, right? I mean, what do I have to lose, hmm? Maybe it is the false sense of security that having my wife in my arms seems to envelop me in, which allows me to comply with her wishes. This once.
"What do you want to know?"
She remains silent for so long, I am certain she’s fallen sleep. Her breathing grows steady, her muscles relax, her body twitches as she settles into me.
I tuck her head under my chin, wrap my hand around her waist, my palm coming to rest over her pussy…my favorite place.Yeah, that’s how much of a goner I am. Maybe there is something in this marriage thing, after all? Something like, announcing your intention to the world ensures that you follow through on your word…or…the fact that I had been her first. Her fucking first. I shouldn’t care, but fuck… How could she have been a virgin?Surely, she would have had partners before me? Not that she was inexperienced either. She’d enjoyed the sex, hadn’t shied away from it…So what is she hiding from me?
I wind my fingers across her now-drying hair, and smooth it about her shoulders.
"My question is…"
I pause.
"Would you rather have a baby of your own or would you baby-sit?"
My heartbeat ratchets up, "The fuck kind of question is that?"
"Forget it," she mumbles. "I have no idea what prompted that question anyway. It’s not like it matters. Not like this…thing between us is real or anything. It’s a means for you to get what you want, right?"
"The man who came to see you earlier… He wasn’t your lover?"
