Page 77 of Faking it with the Billionaire
She glances up from her book. “Do you want me to help?” she asks.
It’s not her responsibility to discipline my daughter, but right now, Bristol doesn’t want to listen to me. I’m not sure if she’s testing her limits or just my patience.
“No, just give me a few minutes.” I follow Bristol upstairs, checking to make sure that she’s in the bathroom doing as told.
“Five more minutes, Daddy?” she asks, batting those pretty blue eyes.
“It’s already past your bedtime.” I don’t bargain with her, and eventually, she listens. I get her tucked in and the bedroom door shut before quietly making my way back downstairs.
Em is still curled up on the sofa with her book.
“Bristol is finally in bed,” I say, stalking over toward Em.
She holds out a finger, indicating that she wants me to hold on a second. She flips the page and then dogears it, which makes me cringe.
“You’re one ofthosepeople.”
“And you’re not?” Em closes the book, holding it to her chest.
I stare at her, trying not to smile. “I don’t think I can sleep with someone who dogears pages in a—” I try to catch the title, but she’s hugging it to her chest.
“Is that so? I promise it’s not your book that I dogeared.”
Her legs are curled up around her, and I pull them out from under her, forcing her to lie on the sofa as I straddle her. “Let me see what you’re reading,” I say, pulling it back just a few inches, but I can tell the genre by the half-naked book cover. “Looks spicy.”
She giggles, and I can tell she’s nervous. She doesn’t have to be with me. I toss her book onto the floor, and she gasps at my mishandling of her novel. The same book that she dogeared. My hips push hers into the sofa, pinning her beneath my weight. I adore the feeling of her body under me.
Her face is flushed, and her eyes are wide as she stares up at me. “You’re a monster,” she laughs. “I can’t believe you threw my book!” The smile that covers her face makes me desire her lips on mine.
I lean down, kissing her, tasting her. I relish every moment alone with Em. She is like a drug, and I’m slowly becoming addicted to every hit that I take when my lips graze her warm skin.
We take things slow, exploring each other’s bodies. I don’t want to rush anything with Em. There’s no reason to when I want to spend the rest of my life with her.
She isn’t just a girl I’m looking for a good time with or a romp in the sheets. I want to know everything about her.
Em moans as my lips trail down her neck and her body, and she lifts and removes my jersey that she’s been wearing, giving me a full view of her gorgeous tits. She wasn’t even wearing a bra underneath.
I groan. I swear I wasn’t planning on fucking her tonight, but my body has other ideas. Lowering my mouth over one breast, my other hand plays with her nipple.
She moans and gasps. The sweet sounds fill the night air. We should probably move this to the bedroom, but my daughter is likely still trying to fall asleep.
At least downstairs, there’s more of a buffer zone for noise. And Em isn’t the quietest right now.
I’m definitely not complaining. I tug her leggings down with her panties, admiring her as though she were a piece of art.
“Quit staring,” she says with a grin. “Get naked, or I’ll make you pay.”
I can’t help but smile down at her. “Is that a threat?” I tilt my head, curious about what she might do if I don’t disrobe quickly. “Tempting offer, M&M.”
She leans up toward me and bites my lips playfully, wrestling us around. I let her have the upper hand; I like seeing this dominant side of Em. There’s something highly arousing in watching a woman take charge. Especially one I’m falling in love with.
I moan as she captures my mouth and lets my bottom lip go. She straddles my hips and tugs at my shirt, working it free, tossing it across the room.
“Tit for tat,” she says with a smirk. “You’ve seen my tits.”
I groan. “I love it when you talk dirty,” I whisper, staring up at her. My fingers move for her tits, and she grabs my palms, pushing them into the sofa.
“Not until I get a taste of your cock.”
