Page 8 of The Billionaire's Baby
"I am not letting you up unless you agree."
"What is this? Compulsion?"
"Coercion." I allow my lips to kick up in a smirk. "Or would you prefer seduction?" I lower my gaze to her lips. "Will you taste as sweet as you smell or will you be as prickly as your demeanor, hmm?"
"You’ll never find that out." She makes a noise deep in her throat, and the sound travels straight down my spine. My groin hardens. Bet if I look down, I’ll see the crotch of my pants tented. She must sense it, or rather, feel the thick length jab into her stomach, for her gaze widens. She gulps, the sound audible in the silence.
"Thirty days," I stare at her parted lips, “during which we explore this chemistry between us. Then we can go back to our individual lives as if nothing happened."
"Thirty days." Her tongue darts out. "That’s it? And we both walk away?"
"Seven-hundred and twenty hours to explore each other." I peer into her face. "That’s forty-three-thousand two-hundred minutes to give into the attraction between us and find out exactly what it holds."
She blinks, then shakes her head. "You mean we shag each other, don’t you?"
"Not giving it names, babe. Why don’t we let nature take its course?" I glance up into her eyes. "With a little help from us, of course."
Something passes across her face, an expression I can’t quite discern. "What?" I scowl, "What is it?"
"Thirty days." She nods. "I’ll agree, but I have a condition of my own."
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"You’re not exactly in a position to add stipulations," he rumbles.
His big body holds me down, the weight of his hips on mine not altogether unpleasant… Okay, so it’s delicious, actually, having him pin me down like this. The heat from his big body surrounds me in a cocoon of intimacy. The strength of his dominance slams into my chest, holds me in place. A moan tumbles from my lips and his gaze drops to my mouth again. "Where were we?" he asks.
"I have a condition," I insist.
He frowns, "I don’t take kindly to negotiations."
"Not a negotiation. It’s a…" I bite the inside of my cheek, "a way to leverage the situation for the benefit of both of us."
"Oh?" He tilts his head. "Now you’re talking."
Of course, the a-hole billionaire businessman needs to be spoken to in the language he understands. No problem. I got this then.
"I want something out of this, uh, association."
"You’re getting your company."
"I already have that," I point out.
"You’re ensuring the survival of your enterprise and your employees."
I fight the urge to roll my eyes. "I want more," I press. "Surely, you understand that, don’t you—capitalizing on any given situation to ensure you optimize your return?"
"Hmm." He swipes back a strand of hair that’s stuck to my cheek. "What is it you want?"
"A child."
He stares. "Excuse me?"
"You heard me," I retort. "Thanks to you, I am going to miss a crucial appointment this evening, where I was going to have an intrauterine insemination."
"A what?" He blinks.
