Page 7 of Marrying the Billionaire Single Dad
Her gaze narrows, "...to kick you in the nuts."
I sense her bend her knee, and twist my body aside; I pivot her around at the same time, flip her over to my front so her hips are flush against my crotch. I wrench her arms in front of her and shackle her wrists with my fingers so she’s imprisoned in the circle of my arms.
"You were saying?"
"I wasn’t," she snarls. "And you’re overstepping your boundaries."
I laugh, "I haven’t even started. And isn’t it time you were honest with yourself?"
"About what?"
“About how you find me irresistible. It's natural, after all."
"Is it?" She glances up at me.
I nod. “It’s normal for someone like you to find my presence overwhelming."
"Overwhelming?" She opens and shuts her mouth.
"Yep." I take in her flushed features, the spark that lights up her green eyes, turning them into pools of gold-tinged fire. "I mean, it happens. After all, my charisma, my larger-than-life persona—"
"Your smaller than normal weenie, for which you are clearly compensating with your words."
I smirk. "Aww, come on baby, you and I both know that this—" I push my hips forward, ensuring that every inch of my throbbing length is imprinted against her curves, "is the opposite of small and unlike anything you’ve seen before."
"A status I mean to keep." Color smears her cheeks.
Is she blushing? She makes a choking sound in her throat… Okay… Oops, maybe not.
"You don’t mean it." I smirk.
"I do," she says through gritted teeth, “and if you don’t let go of me right now, I’ll—"
"You’ll?"
"Hey, you two. Are you coming into the kitchen to taste the dessert Amelie created?"
I jerk my chin toward the entrance to the kitchen, where Weston glances between us.
"Unhand me," she huffs.
"In my own time."
"Julia," Amelie calls out from next to Weston, "you okay?"
"Yes, she is," I reply.
"What the hell?" she splutters. "She’s speaking to me, not you, you…you…"
"We’ll be right there. Why don’t you go along? We’ll follow," I tell them.
"Jules?" Amelie frowns, "Should I wait?"
"Tell her you’re fine, and that you’ll be along soon enough," I command.
"Why should I lie?" She glowers.
"Because it’s the truth," I lie.
