Page 70 of The Billionaire's Baby
D I R T Y
Her gaze widens, "How the hell did you manage that?"
"Now, your turn."
I replenish my letters as she contemplates her move.
"So, you were saying…?" I prompt.
"What?"
"Complete your statement, Sparks."
"I was going to say, how hard can it be to turn me over and take me without—" she raises her gaze to mine, "preparation?"
I rise to my feet so quickly that she blinks. I prowl around to stand behind her chair.
"What…what are you doing?" She shudders.
"Go on, mull over your move, sweetheart."
She turns her head to glance at me, and I jerk my chin, "Get up."
"What?"
"Stand up, babe," I urge her.
She rises to her feet, gaze still on me, and I click my tongue. "Eyes forward."
"You like to hear your own voice, don't you? I should get you a T-shirt with those words printed on it: eyes—" I spank her butt and she squeaks, "forward."
"Exactly."
I palm the curve of her arse and she shudders.
"Does everything have to be a kinky maneuver with you?" She huffs.
"Why? Are you complaining? It’s not like you prefer vanilla, yourself."
"How do you know?" She half turns to frown at me.
"Don’t," I warn her and she frowns.
I squeeze her butt cheek and she swallows. I jerk my chin toward the front and she faces forward again.
Unable to help herself, she asks, "Did you have me watched? Is that how you know so much about my preferences?"
Actually, no, but it’s not a bad idea. It’s something I should have done, something I am going to rectify right away, given how, despite my best efforts, I can’t keep my hands off of her.
"Just a lucky guess." I plant both of my palms on either side of her butt then pull her back so she connects with my crotch.
"Oh," she lower’s her head, "how can you be so hard, so quickly?"
"How could I not be hard?" I counter. "I’ve been sporting a boner since you walked in on me in the shed, wrapped up in my rope."
She wriggles her butt, moves back further, and my cock stabs in between her arsecheeks. Why the hell is she still wearing so many clothes?
I glance around for something—anything—to help me in my quest. There. "Don’t move." I tap her shoulder, then prowl around and over to the kitchen counter. I grab a knife and turn.
