Page 67 of The Billionaire's Baby

"N…no. It’s just… I’m cold." A shiver runs down my spine, to back up my words.

"I can keep you warm."

"Not why I came here," I protest.

"Why did you come, then?"

I stiffen.

"Why are you here, Karina?"

No more Sparks, then? Why the hell do I already miss his nickname for me? And, I still don’t understand what happened earlier. Why did he walk away from me? His retreat is written in bold print, reflected in every nuance of his.

"I… I’m not sure," I answer honestly. "I guess I didn’t want to be alone."

"Is that all it is?" His voice sounds almost disappointed.

I turn and glance at him from the corner of my eyes, "Yes… That’s all."

"Guess we’d better get back then."

Oh, okay, so that’s how it’s going to be? I mean, what had I expected? That he’d jump me again? Because I’d stumbled upon his den of sin? When he’d made it abundantly clear that there could be no real connection between us.

"Guess we should." I fold my arms around my waist.

He turns, heads for the door.

"Wait," I call out, and he pauses. "There was something else, actually."

"Oh?"

"You didn’t come inside me this morning. I think you need to rectify it."

He freezes. "Excuse me?"

"Part of the deal is for you to get me pregnant.” I glance away, then back at him, ”Afraid you’re not doing a great job of it, considering I am still in my fertile phase and you didn’t fuck me last night."

His muscles tense and his jaw tics. He curls his fingers into fists and glares at me. "You want me to fuck you?"

I nod.

"Here?"

I look around, pretend I don’t understand. "What’s wrong with this space?"

He peruses my features, then turns around to face me completely. "Why don’t you come out and say what’s on your mind?"

"I already did."

"But you haven’t told me everything, have you?" He takes a step forward and I draw myself up to my full height.

"I… I’m not sure what you mean."

"You followed me here because you were curious about what I was up to. You want to find out more about my penchant for tying up my women." He closes the distance between us and my belly ties itself up in knots—okay not knots… Bad comparison… My palms begin to sweat, despite the fact that it’s freezing in here. "In fact, you wondered how it would be if you were to find yourself at my mercy again... My fingers on your skin, my breath on your cheek... As I truss you up, then string you up... Ready and open and willing for me," he bends his knees and thrusts his face into mine, "as I give you the chance to become one with the rope, to retreat from the world and all of its responsibilities. A safe space, where you can let go of all of your inhibitions, and connect with your feminine self."

Moisture pools in my core, and I chafe my thighs together. "I didn’t think anything of the sort," I insist.

"You sure?"