Page 60 of Marrying the Billionaire Single Dad

"That the best you can do?" He turns me, then scoops me up in his arms. I glance up at the jut of his chin, the weeks-old growth of whiskers that he’d trimmed for this occasion.

"The Seven, they are important to you?"

"They are family." He stalks over to the bath tub, lowers me to sit on the edge. He leans past me, turns on the taps, the hot water runs, and steam fills the room.

"You okay?"

I nod, glance up at his shuttered features.

"Good." He cleans himself up with a paper towel, then tucks himself inside, and zips up. "I’ll send Isla with a change of clothes for you."

Turning, he leaves.

20

Damian

What the fuck was that about? Did I actually call her mine? What gives me the right to do so? Not that gut wrenching orgasm where she had come all over my fingers. Not the way she’d called my name as she’d writhed on my dick, and thrust her butt against my pelvis and thrown her head back and orgasmed, and again when I had bitten into her shoulder. I had bitten her… Fuck! Not once, but twice, and both times her body had fallen apart under my ministrations.

As she comes for me

As she begs me

As she struggles under me

As the world outside stops

As my life ignites

As she calls out my name... All I can think is she is Mine. Only mine.

"Fuck that."She’s not.She doesn’t belong to me. She is merely a conduit for my creativity. The siren song for my muse, the inspiration for my next move. Fuck, now I am thinking in lyrics… an abundance of riches—the poetry that pours out of me every time she climaxes. "What the hell am I thinking?"

"That’s what I’d like to know."

I stare down at the man who stands at the bottom of the staircase.

"What the fuck do you mean?" I take the steps two at a time, reach the landing, and brush past Arpad.

He grabs my shoulder, "Not so fast."

I turn on him, "Keep your hands to yourself pal."

"What’s gotten into you, man?" He holds up his hands, his forehead furrowed.

"Nothing."Everything.Especially that dark-haired witch who’s clearly cast some kind of a spell on me.

"What were you doing up there?"

"None of your business," I snap. Good thing the walls of the ranch are thick enough that no one had heard her scream. No one but me, that is. I can't stop the smirk that curls my lips.

"So, it’s like that, huh?" He chuckles. "And PS, your belt’s undone."

I swear aloud, then fasten my belt. "Get off my balls man." I pivot and stalk forward, Arpad on my heels. "Shit, can’t you go fly a kite or something?"

"I don’t fly kites… Never did, not even when I was a boy. And neither did you, by the way, pal."

"Yeah, yeah." I stalk forward to the door that leads to the patio where the rest of the crowd are still gathered.