Page 52 of Beauty and the Billionaire Boss

“No.”

Silence falls between us.

Eventually, he rolls his eyes. “For God’s sake, don’t sulk.”

“I’m not sulking.”

“Yes, you are.”

“Can you blame me?”

He huffs a sigh and gets out of the car.

Grumbling to myself, I unbuckle my belt and get out. I retrieve my case from the boot, he gets the boxes from the back seat, and we take them up to the front door.

The door is flanked by two panels of frosted glass and surrounded by a brick porch. I stand the case up, and he bends and puts the boxes on the floor, then straightens.

“Damon…”

“No,” he says.

Wow, he’s so much taller and bigger than me. I know he likes that. All the girls I’ve seen him with in photos have been small. And he prefers them to be younger than him. I have a feeling he likes that I’m inexperienced, too. He loved giving me my first orgasm. And I’m pretty sure he’d enjoy showing me the ropes in bed.

I’ve never done anything like this before. Do I have the courage? If I don’t, I know he’ll walk away, and that’ll be it. Tonight he gave in to his desire, but he won’t make the same mistake again.

I move closer to him and place my hands on his chest, then lean against him. “You’d be doing me a favor,” I murmur in the sultriest voice I can summon. “Come on, gorgeous, help a girl out. You’ve teased me with one orgasm, don’t you want to give me more? And let me reciprocate? Don’t you want to make love to me?”

His eyes blaze. Without warning, he walks forward, forcing me to move back against the brick wall of the porch. He only stops when he’s right up against me, forcing me to look up at him with wide eyes.

“Stop it,” he snaps, leaning on the wall above my right shoulder. “Just because I’m Alex’s mate, and you’ve known me for a long time, it doesn’t mean you know me.”

“But—”

“I don’t date nice girls, Belle. In fact, I don’t date at all anymore. And I don’t make love. I fuck, okay? I go on Tinder, and I meet girls who state they’re looking for a one-night stand, and I take them to a hotel, and I fuck them. Then I get up, and I leave. I don’t spend the night, and I don’t call them the next morning.”

I blink, taken aback by his harsh words.

“I like sex,” he continues, “and I like hot girls, and yeah, I’ve known you a long time, and I felt sorry for you. Nobody should be afraid or ashamed to touch their own body, and I wanted to show you how good it felt. But that’s as far as it goes. You need to find someone of your own age who’ll be sweet and gentle, because I’m neither of those things.”

“What if I don’t want someone sweet and gentle?” I ask, breathless.

“That’s your prerogative, but I’m not your answer. My friendship and business relationship with Alex is too important to me, and I’m not going to blow it on you, Belle, no matter how much you bat those pretty little eyelashes at me.”

I don’t reply, not knowing how to handle him. He seems angry, but I think it’s all for show. His words are at odds with his admission that he likes to give a girl pleasure, and his actions in the car—he was sweet and tender in both what he said and what he did. He’s trying to put me off, because he thinks I deserve better.

“I helped out my friend’s baby sis,” he says firmly. “That’s all. A good girl like you doesn’t want a bad guy like me.”

I can’t help it—my lips curve up at his use of ‘good girl’.

He glares at me, and I press my lips together, dropping my gaze to his chest.

We’re silent for a moment, and then I slowly lift my gaze to his. He looks a mixture of amused and exasperated.

“Please don’t pout,” he murmurs. “I can’t cope with that.”

His deep voice sends a shiver all the way down my spine. I stick my bottom lip out further, keeping my sulky gaze on him. He studies it, his eyelids dropping to half-mast.

“Would a good guy do this?” he whispers. Then he lowers his head and presses his lips to mine.

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