Page 26 of The Billionaire's Secret
"Couldn't it be because I saw the man behind the asshole face you show the world? Perhaps I want to get to know you better?"
"Do you?"
Her gaze skitters away.
A hot sensation coils in my stomach, "Thought not." I wrap my fingers around her neck and her gaze widens. "Perhaps I should take you at face value, after all."
"What do you mean—?"
"Shh!" I draw the barrel of the gun over her lips and her face pales. Fear radiates from her. My pulse begins to race.Finally."Let’s see what you’re made of, shall we?"
I yank her up to her tiptoes, until she’s level with my chest.
"Such a tiny little thing, you are. Not a hair out of place, even after spending hours on the couch in my office. What would it take to mess you up, huh?" I drag the barrel of the gun down her cheek—She swallows—past that lush lower lip, to the hollow at the base of her throat. Goosebumps pop on her skin.
"Not that courageous now, are you?"
She swallows, then tips up her chin and opens her mouth. I click my tongue.
Her gaze narrows, her eyes sparking with that familiar light of defiance.Oh, good. Now we’re getting somewhere.
I drag the pistol down, hook the barrel into the dip of her neckline. She stills, the only movement, her chest rising and falling. Her nipples pebble against the fabric of her blouse. My vision narrows and I draw the gun over the nipple.
She shudders. My shaft lengthens.
"You enjoy that, hmm?"
She shakes her head.
I glare at her, "Don’t lie."
"I’m not."
"Admit it. You are aroused.’
"No." She sets her lips.
"We'll see about that, shall we?"
I toss the gun to one side, then pull her forward.
She falls into me, "What the hell? You tossed a loaded gun, you—"
"Relax, I clicked the safety on." I squeeze my fingers around her nape, my fingers meeting in the front, that’s how slender the length of her neck is. "The only gun you need to be worried about is the one in my pants."
She makes a gagging noise. "Ugh, that was terrible, even for you."
"And if you want to gag, there are other ways to bring that on too."
"Keep your cheap shots to yourself." She huffs, "Why do you keep a gun anyway, and in an unlocked drawer?"
"Why were you snooping in my office?" I retort.
"I..." She swallows, "You left me on my own in your space." She raises her shoulder. "It was fair game."
"Hmm." I lean into her, "And you... little Gigi, are in my space. Does that make you fair game too?"
I tighten my grasp on her, and she trembles. Her thighs quake.
