Page 169 of The Billionaire's Fake Wife

A snarl rumbles up my chest.

Her green eyes gleam, "You undervalue yourself."

I frown, then chuckle. "Good joke. Your sense of humor has improved."

"You think your sharing your nightmares and how you managed to not let them overwhelm you is—"

"—A sign of weakness."

"Let me finish." She squeezes my balls.

My cock thickens; blood rushes to my groin. I glare at her.

She glares back.

"Just because you’ve fooled the world into believing that you are an obnoxious asshole—"

"I'm being myself, Babe."

She twists my balls, and I growl. "The fuck, Summer?"

"Let me complete my train of thought."

I pull my hand out of my pocket, fix my fingers around her nape. "You dare tell me what to do?"

"No." She shakes her head. "I dare to show you what you really are."

"Oh?" I tilt my head, yank her close enough for our lips to almost touch. Almost. "And what’s that?"

"A man who needs a soft touch."

"I don’t know, from where I am, I am quite hard—"

She lets go of my balls only to grasp my cock once more. She massages it and all thoughts empty from my mind. This woman? Fuck! She knows exactly how to please me.

I shove myself forward, thrusting into her grasp, fucking her hand. I pull my fingers off her palm, grab the desk for support.

"That’s fucking hot. But I’d much prefer to fuck your mouth—"

"Listen to me, this once, you prick."

"Your prick." I allow a smirk to curl my lips, "And you have my attention."

"What I have, is your manhood in the palm of my hand." She pumps me through my paints, a long hard swipe from base to tip. Goosebumps flare on my skin.

"Jesus, woman, spit it out already."

"It makes you human, okay? What you told me; it wouldn’t have been easy for anyone to admit. And for a full-of-himself asshole such as you, well, it must have taken hours of prepping."

"Days... Weeks… Since I met you, actually."

She frowns.

I firm my lips, nod toward her.

"I mean, it means a lot to me… That you trusted me enough to share your secrets."

I lower my eyebrows. I sense a but coming there... Nah! She wouldn’t dare, would she?