Page 45 of Kinks of a Billionaire

“It doesn’t bother you that people will be talking?” Willow asked, pulling me back to the present.

“No.” Rule number one of the wealthy: never appear weak. I’d made my choice and come out the winner over Stuart, and Willow was mine. If anyone even attempted to drag her name, I’d end them personally.

Maybe we could have gotten by without the pregnancy, but I already considered the baby as part of my—ourunit. Just like I’d considered Willow. She was pregnant, and that was that. She was mine. The baby would be mine, all their todays and tomorrows.

“You know, many women will hate me for taking you off the market.”

I shrugged. “They don’t matter.”

“Won’t you miss sex?”

I swung back and forth in the chair, then propped my legs on the table. “If you're offering something, just come out and say it.”

Her cheeks turned a deep shade of crimson. “Come on, Royce. Stop fucking with me.”

“Now there’s an idea.” I smirked at her. “I could bend you over this desk, gag you, and then fuck you while you’re choking on the arousal that’s currently drenching your panties.”

She shot to her feet, every inch of exposed skin flushing pink.

“Jesus, Royce. Give a girl some warning when you’re about to drop a bomb like that. Is that your jam?”

“Myjam?”

“Your kink,” she clarified.

“And what do you know about my kinks?”

She shrugged. “Not much. Just rumors over the years…”

I gave her a sardonic look before saying, “If you think gagging you is kinky?—”

She put her palms up, silencing me.

“I can take a hint,” she murmured, her breaths coming in short pants. “You ready for breakfast? Kink talk on an empty stomach just won’t do.” I stood up, and her eyes dropped down the length of me. “I can’t decide whether this ‘rich playboy by the beach’ look suits you better than your usual all-black leather get-ups.”

I rounded the table and hooked an arm over her shoulders. “Wife.” Fuck, I loved calling her that a bit too much. “I’m anything but a boy.”

She shot me some side-eye.

“Funny,” she said flatly. “Who knew my husband had such a sense of humor?”

My mouth tugged up while my heart somersaulted like an Olympic gymnast. If I loved calling her wife, hearing her call me husband was God tier. My obsession with her was quickly spiraling out of control, although it might’ve been there all along, lying dormant.

“What can I say, you bring out the best in me.”

She rolled her eyes, but I caught the way her mouth tugged up on one side. “Cut the shit, Royce.”

“But you love my bullshit.” We got to the small dining room area and I pulled a chair out. “I have breakfast ready. Let me serve you.”

Her eyebrows arched at my double meaning, but instead of taking the bait, she gave me a quick wink.

“It’s only fair. I am your new bride after all,” she said, mischief and something else glinting in her eyes.

A trickle of heat washed down my spine and it took me several beats to realize I was still standing there, staring at her. We were playing a dangerous game, one that would surely take us to the point of no return. I wondered if Willow was aware of that. She may appear gentle and sweet, but I’d been catching flashes of something darker in her eyes.

I knew once I had Willow,allof her, there’d be no going back.

Willow