Page 92 of The Billionaire's Baby

"It’s goes to my knees."

"Ankle length," I nod, "Get an ankle length one."

She stares, "Are you serious?"

"No, actually," I snap my fingers, "something that comes to your toes." Yes, that’s better. That way, no one can catch a glimpse of her gorgeous ankles either

"You’ve lost it." She turns and walks into the changing room. I jump up and follow her, close the door to the space and lock it.

She freezes, turns around. "What are you doing here?"

"What do you think?" I take a step forward, "I think we should continue with our original plan of getting you pregnant."

She glances around the space, "Here?"

I nod, "Right, here."

She stiffens, "We don’t have time."

"Ordinarily, I’d say I need more time, but in this instance, considering how luscious you look in that dress—" I close the distance between us and she puts up her palms.

"This is just a simple, everyday wear outfit, you know?"

"But on you," I stare down at her chest, "it looks fucking incredible."

"Why don’t you say that to my face," she grumbles.

I tip my chin up, "Sorry, babe. Your tits are just the most gorgeous things I’ve seen, since the money from my first £1 million pound deal hit my bottom line."

"Are you comparing me to a transaction?"

"I know right?" I shake my head. "What could be more flattering?"

She scowls up at me. "Maybe just appreciating me for what I am?"

"But I do." I stare. "Come on, babe. You’re a business woman. You understand the value of money and how important it is, and especially your first big win… There’s nothing sweeter than the taste of it, so the very fact that I compared you to that shows how much respect I have for you."

"Respect?" She purses her lips. "Sounds more like you think money can buy anything."

"Can’t it?"

"Not me." She tips up her chin. "I have enough of my own; I don’t need your cash."

"Only my sperm." I tilt my head. "That’s still something I have which you want, and I am ready to give it to you now."

Her cheeks smear. Interesting. The hardnosed business woman I’d first met in LA wouldn’t have flinched or blushed at anything. Somehow, the last few days have softened her… There is a glow about her which, surely, has to have come from all the ways I’ve fucked her, and yet, I want more of her.

I whisper my knuckles down her cheek. "What do you say, Sparks? One for the road?"

She glances past me at the door. "What if someone knocks?"

"They won’t."

“How can you be sure?"

I stare at her and she grimaces. "Right, of course, you know the owners."

"That too." I smirk. "Trust me, they’ll know when I am in here, I am busy."