Page 15 of The Billionaire's Baby

"You have no idea what you’re talking about," he barks.

"Oh?" I swallow down the dryness in my throat. "Enlighten me then."

"You haven’t earned the right to that yet." He steps back and the heat of his body recedes. A chill grips me. I rub my fingers down my arm. Shit, why the hell do I already miss his proximity?

"Make up your mind about what you want. It’s in your hands now." He looks me up and down. "Meanwhile, I’m going to take a shower."

Turning, he heads for the bath.

5

Arpad

I shove down my shorts and toss them aside. What the hell was I thinking, asking for visitation rights? And the kid is not even here. I mean, she isn’t even pregnant and I am planning out some kind of future for us. Is that why I’d proposed the mock marriage, as a way to keep her close?

No… That much was true… I need to get my grandmother off my back about my family life, or lack of… And this is too good an opportunity to squander. Besides, what could be better than spending 30 days with the woman who’s intrigued me since I’d first lain eyes on her. Fuck her, get her out of my system, and use her to divert my family’s attentions. It’s a perfect plan.

So why the hell are the visitation rights so important? The thought of her pregnant with my child, having one of my own… Something that had never occurred to me, not until she’d raised the topic. And no way, would I walk away from her if she became pregnant as a result of our possible liaison. Hold on…

A child? A fake marriage? Actually tying myself down to another in some form? Holy hell, how the fuck had my thinking changed so completely, and in a matter of minutes? I should have left her in my bed and walked away, but of course, I hadn’t been able to resist watching her sleep. And when I’d undressed her earlier… Not that I would have taken advantage of her when she was asleep, but hell, I am man enough to appreciate the creamy flesh of her tits, the impossibly small waist, the rounded hips, the smooth thighs, and the sweet flesh between them.

The blood rushes to my groin. I can’t stop the groan that grumbles up my chest. I’ve been sporting a hard-on since. Oh, I’d covered her up and walked away, but I hadn’t been able to leave the room after that. And then I had to complicate it all. I flick on the shower and step under the spray. The steam from the shower rises up and I drag my fingers through my hair, pull it back from my face.

What the hell am I doing, even considering some kind of future between us? And why am I not repulsed by it? In fact, it feels… Different, new… Something to look forward to. Is that how bored I’ve grown with my life? Not even setting out on my yacht to sail off on another adventure holds the same appeal.

Just a phase. That’s all it is. Just until I find the next takeover to occupy myself. Another storm to chase and conquer. She had been right about that, as well. How had she guessed my motivations so quickly?

Only the Seven know of my penchant of challenging the elements. I plot my trips carefully, to ensure I run through the eye of at least one storm; though the one last night had been just a spot of heavy weather. The real storm is still a few days off and that’s where I am headed. With her on board, though, I need to change my route fast. Putting myself at risk is one thing…but her… No… I can’t put her in jeopardy. Not in that way.

I reach forward to turn off the shower, when cool air touches my back. The door to the shower cubicle opens behind me, and before I can turn, she’s slipped in front of me, straight in the path of the shower.

I stiffen. "What are you—"

"Shh." She reaches up to place a finger on my lips. "You get one hour per week in visitation rights."

I take in her bare shoulders, the curves of her gorgeous breasts, the flare of her bare hips. The water flows between her legs and droplets glisten above the cleft of her pussy.

My mouth dries; my fingers tingle to touch her.

I reach for her and she prompts me, "What do you say?"

I drag my gaze up to peer into her features. "It’s not enough." I frown. "One day per week." I drag my fingers across my chest and her gaze drops there; her pupils dilate.

"Two hours," she whispers. "Please." She opens her mouth to speak and I shake my head. I squeeze her shoulders so she drops to her knees in front of me.

"Show me how much you want this deal."

She stares up at me, her eyelashes spiked from the water. Her dark hair sticks to her forehead, and ripples down her back. She draws in a breath and the tops of her tits tremble. Fuck me, but I want to grab those sweet globes and squeeze them. "Do it, Sparks," I order.

She sets her jaw, curves her fingers into fists at her sides. Her gaze narrows and color smears her cheeks. My cock instantly lengthens… This woman—her fire will be my undoing.

"Don’t keep me waiting," I growl.

"Don’t talk to me like that."

"I’ll do anything I want to you for the next thirty days, and you’ll take it."

"No." She rises up and I push her down again, and hold there. "Tick-tock, babe. You only have a few more hours when you are at your most fertile. You need this more than me."