Page 7 of The Billionaire's Baby

I take in her features, the slope of her creamy shoulder, the shape of her curves so soft and under me. "The first thing you should know about me," I growl, "is that I never lie."

"What’s the second?"

"I never back away from a challenge."

She purses her lips. "I am not challenging you."

"Hmm, I could have sworn that’s what your earlier words sounded like."

"I was simply asking you to turn the yacht back and drop me off."

"Can’t, babe."

Her gaze narrows. "You don’t understand. I need to be back by 5 pm."

"Hot date?"

She glances away, then back at me. "Something like that," she mutters. "It’s just...someone I have to see."

My gut twists and something hot stabs at my chest. "Drop him," I command.

"What?"

"Whoever it is, you’re not meeting him again."

She opens and shuts her mouth, "You’re completely off your rocker."

Tell me about it.Why the hell do I care who she’s going to see? It’s not like I have a claim on her. Still, when I’d tucked her into my bed, something had felt right about it. And not just that she had her eyes closed, and wasn’t glaring at me like she wanted to rip my head off, which is her natural response whenever she sees me. So why the hell am I still holding her down, with my hips between her legs, my groin flush against hers, my chest wearing the imprint of those beautiful breasts? "Stay with me, for the next thirty days," I snap.

"What?"

"That’s how long this trip is for."

"You’re joking."

"Told you, I never joke."

"Get off of me." She slaps at my shoulder.

"Not until you give me your answer."

"Then my answer is no."

"Refuse me and I’ll strip the contract for the security details for the Seven from your company."

"You can’t do that." Her features twist, "You wouldn’t dare do that. I’ll take you to court."

"Don’t dare me, Stowie."

"Don’t call me that."

"What would you prefer?"

"My name, for one, you ass. You can call me Karina. On the other hand," she pushes up against me, "don’t call me at all."

"I prefer Stowie." I take in her flushed features, the pulse beating at her throat. "So what do you say? Do we have a deal?"

"No."