Page 10 of The Billionaire's Christmas Bride
"N…nothing." I’d lick his shaft like a penis cake—I choke.
"Are you laughing at me?"
"N…no," I gasp.
"What are you thinking?" He frowns down at me. An expression of genuine frustration on his face. My stomach flutters. Jesus, if that isn’t the hottest thing I have seen… This alpha male, all flummoxed… Not to mention, still wet and naked, and holding my nape like I am a kitten.
Max whines in my arms. I glance down. "I think he’s cold; I need to get him inside the house."
"He can wait."
"You’d allow a baby to freeze?" I scowl.
"He’s a dog…"
"A pet."
"A mutt."
"A child." I frown.
"Fine."
"Fine what?"
"We’ll take him to the other room, but first, 'fess up."
"What?" I blink rapidly.
"What made you chuckle earlier?"
"Nothing."
"It’s something." He glares at me and a shiver runs down my spine.
"Maybe," I finally say.
"So, you were lying to me?"
"No," I stutter.
"I hate liars."
"Trust me, you don’t want to hear this," I mumble.
"Trust me," he lowers his thick brows, "I do."
"You won’t like it."
"Let me decide that."
Like hell, I will.I snicker to myself.If you think I am going to tell you my X-rated thoughts, you have another think coming.
"Fine," I grumble just as Max whines again, "Can I set him down first?"
He peers into my face, then nods.
"Let go of me," I demand.
