Page 70 of The Billionaire's Rival (Bad Boy Billionaires)

“And anytime you want to stuff me full and suck me again, feel free.”

“I will, but I….”

“What?”

I shook my head. “Nothing.”

“Jay.”

I blew out a long breath. “I might, sometime, want you to do that to me too, but with a smaller plug.”

“That might fucking kill me, but I’d do it anyway. And don’t worry I have a range of sizes.”

“I noticed. You seem very well supplied.”

“I’m going to let it slide this time, but if I catch you going through anything personal of mine again, there will be consequences.”

“Like what.”

“What did you think of the dildo in the shower?”

“That thing is a monster.”

“I’ll fuck you with it until you scream.”

Despite lying on the bed, I felt dizzy for a moment, but it wasn’t just from fear. The idea of him forcing me wasn’t nearly as horrifying as it should be.

“Interesting.”

“What?”

Ford grinned. “You don’t hate that idea.”

“No, I…I mean….”

“Do you want to be fucked?”

“Do you…um…do you do that?”

Ford grinned. “I do everything.”

24

FORD

We were less than a mile from my grandparents’ estate, and my stomach was extremely uneasy. I wasn’t sure how my grandparents would react to Jasper. They had known I was gay for a long time, and while it had taken a bit for them to come around, they ultimately accepted it. My grandmother still wished I’d marry and have several children to continue the family line, but she’d nearly gotten over that as well.

I wasn’t going to introduce Jasper as someone I was dating, but my grandmother had a sixth sense about things like that. She always seemed to know exactly what my motivations were, even when I thought I hadn’t given her a clue.

She should’ve been an attorney, but she wouldn’t have been able to host luncheons and do all her charity work if she were busy in a law office. She would’ve been a terror in court, though.

Jasper had plenty of experience dealing with wealthy people who thought the world revolved around them, but I wasn’t sure how he’d fare under my grandmother’s scrutiny. If she thought for one minute he was a potential husband for me, she would nitpick everything he said or did. I debated how much I should say to warn him, but decided knowing too much would just make him nervous. When Jay got nervous, he got belligerent and aggressive. Sometimes that was wonderful, but my grandmother would not take it well.

As we turned into the driveway and the house came into view, Jay sucked in his breath. “This is their house? This is where you grew up?”

“It is their house, but I only lived here for almost two years after my parents died when I was twelve. After that I was only home during school holidays.”

“It looks like a hotel.”

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