Page 88 of Grumpy Billionaire Seeking Wife

"I can," I say. I hold her close to me, and she continues to push against me, but then she relaxes.

"You're a jerk," she says. "That is so rude."

"Do you want me to be even ruder?" I say, glaring down at her.

"I don't even know what that means."

"You were literally just grinding up on a dude that you don't know."

"And what about it?"

"You don't grind up on anyone other than me," I say as I spin her around. I can see that Joa is still standing there, and I smile at him. I wrap my arm around her waist and push her back into me. We're still dancing. I move my hands up to her breasts and squeeze. Joa's eyes widen. I wink at him as I slip my right hand into her left breast and play with her nipple. She moans suddenly, and I chuckle in her ear. "Can't resist, can you?"

"You can't do that," she says, pushing me away slightly. It's then that she notices that Joa is standing there. "Oh my gosh, did he see? How could you do that?" She turns around and glares at me. "That's not cool, Wes."

"It's not?" I say as I pull her into me again. This time, I push her back against the wall and kiss the side of her neck. I run my fingers down the side of her body to her ass and squeeze. She's moaning as she writhes against me. The music becomes slightly slower, and my lips move towards her. "You know you don't want him."

"You don't know any such thing," she says. "He..."

"He what? You want to go back over to him and start grinding your ass on him?" I glare at her. "Do you want me to kill him?"

She blinks at me. "You are absolutely ridiculous and archaic and..."

"And what?" I say. "Don't forget the deal that we have."

She blinks at me. "You're crazy. That doesn't mean..."

"It does mean. You're not to mess around with anyone else while you're pretending to be my girlfriend and soon-to-be-fiancée. Do you hear me?" I press my lips against hers and kiss her, my tongue entering her mouth. She kisses me back passionately, and I feel her hands running down my back. She's moaning and whimpering slightly as I pull back. "Come on," I say. I grab her hand and pull her down a small hallway.

"What are you doing?" she says.

I grin as I lift her up and press her back against the wall. "Wrap your legs around my waist," I say.

"Wes, what?"

"Shh," I say. I slip my fingers between her legs and gently move her panties to the side so that I can rub her clit. I unzip myself, my cock already hard. I adjust her down and then thrust up into her.

She cries out. "This doesn't mean anything, Wes," she moans. "When we're done, I'm going to go and dance with him." I thrust faster and faster until she can no longer speak. She's screaming and moaning then, and I love it.

"What the..." I still as I turn to look down the hallway. Her eyes fly open and we both see Joa standing there. He walks up to us, his jaw wide open. "What the fuck is going on?"

"I can explain," she says in a whimpering voice. "I'm sorry. It's complicated."

"I don't care, bitch," he says. "I don't think I'm going to call you. I don't think I want any of that." He stares at me, and then he stares at her. "I don't know what the fuck you guys got going on, but I'm not interested."

He turns around and walks away, and I start laughing. "I do think that guy thinks we wanted to have a threesome with him."

"What? No way," she says, shaking her head.

"I think so. He's crazy. As if I would ever share you."

"As if I would ever share you," she says.

Chapter Twenty-Five

Sabrina

Day number 20 of Operation Get Kicked Out of Wes's Place.