Page 18 of Marrying the Billionaire Single Dad
"Yes?"
"To the question you have in your mind."
"Which is?"
"That it’s eleven inches."
She drops her gaze to my crotch. "So,notin competition with Dirk Diggler, then?"
"Very good, though if there were a competition, I’d win." I nod. "Not that I'd have expected you to have watched Boogie Nights."
"Because I'm female?" She scowls
"No, because it's considered porn in polite circles, and also, you’re welcome."
She jerks her chin up, her cheeks fiery. "For what?" She clears her throat.
"For the chance to touch it." I smirk.
"Aargh," she makes a gagging sound, but her cheeks go pink, "As if I want to do that." She swipes her hair over her shoulder.
"Sure, you do." I toss the bag of peas aside, hold out my hand.
She glances at my palm, and her features grow wary.
"I won’t bite," I assure her.
"I wouldn’t bet on it."
"You’re right," I tilt my head, "I can’t make that promise where you are concerned. In fact, I am sure by the time the hour is over, I'll have eaten you out many times over."
"What the—" She throws up her hands. "Can't believe you said that out aloud."
"Believe it, baby, and I am just getting started."
She stares, then firms her lips and shakes her head. "Maybe this was a bad idea."
"Maybe you're getting cold feet."
"Maybe..." Her gaze narrows. "Maybe I finally realized how uncivilized a man you are."
"Maybe that's what attracts you to me." I reach toward her.
She evades me, then springs up to her feet.
I grab her ankle, and she tumbles straight into my lap.
"What the—?" she splutters, her hair about her shoulders.
"Well, hello there," I purr.
She pushes against my chest.
I wrap my arms more tightly around her. "Lost your nerve, hmm? Didn’t take you for a coward."
She tips up her chin and her green eyes glow with an inner fire. There she is. There's the fighting spirit in her that has made this encounter so much more enjoyable from the beginning.
"Didn’t take you for a…a…"
