Page 17 of Oops Baby for the Billionaire (Oops Baby #3)

Willa

I leave the door open on purpose, knowing that he’ll listen.

It takes me a long time to relax. My pulse pounds as I crawl into bed naked. I stare up at the ceiling and think about everything he’s told me about the last four months.

I think about the way he touched me, and how he looked at me while I was perched on his lap.

My thighs burn hot.

I want Mr. Thorne to come to my room. I want him to touch me, and I want to touch him, and I want to make him come.

Cupping my breast with one hand, I reach the other around my belly and over my thigh. Between my legs.

I’m so slick that I gasp out loud.

Can he hear that?

I close my eyes.

I hope he can.

I hope he hears everything.