Page 53 of Marrying the Billionaire Single Dad

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She shivers, then slides her hand under her gown, flips it up.

"Fuck." I stare at the pink flesh exposed between her thighs. "What the hell? You didn’t wear panties?"

"Neither did you."

I tilt my head. "Not in the habit of wearing frilly underwear, not even for you."

She flushes. "You know what I mean."

"No, I don’t."

"I mean…that." She jerks her chin toward my open fly.

"What?"

"You’re gonna make me spell it out?"

"Anything to see you squirm, sweetheart." I chuckle.

"Asshole."

I click my tongue. "You know how I prefer alphahole, or even Master would do very nicely."

"Go fuck yourself."

I laugh, "I’d much rather see you fuck yourself.’

"Argh." She throws up her hands, and her dress flows down around her knees.

"Now you’ve done it."

"What?"

"You disobeyed my command."

"I…I didn’t."

I glance down to where her dress covers the sweet flesh she’d exposed earlier.

She follows my gaze, then pales, "It…it was a mistake."

That’s for sure."Oh?" I take a step forward.

She stumbles to her feet. "Honest, I… I didn’t mean to."

I move toward her. Her gaze flicks around the bathroom.

"Don’t even think about it," I murmur.

"You… You don’t know what I am thinking about."

"Don’t I?"

"If you did, you wouldn’t be standing there talking to me."

I close the distance between us.

She squeaks, dodges around me and makes for the door. She grabs the handle, twists it, then swears. "Why the hell isn’t it opening?"

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