Page 130 of The Billionaire's Secret

I wave my hand in the air, "Can’t believe I said that. Like your ego needs any more stroking."

He pushes up his pelvis and his dick throbs against my hip.

"That’s not what needs stroking."

"Oh, my God!" I push up, or try to—for he simply wraps his large arms around my waist, and holds me in place.

"Where do you think you’re you going?"

"To get dressed."

"Not happening."

"Why…?"

"Why not?"

"I… I need some space."

"Not happening either."

I exhale a breath, then turn to scowl at him, "Saint, really, you are a confusing man. Has anyone told you that?"

"Me?" He leans back against the bath tub. His biceps bulge with the motion. Hard, thick, ropey…like other parts of him.Jeez, get your brain out of the gutter. You’ re accusing him of having a one-track mind?

"Is there anyone else here with us?" I ask.

"You tell me." His features form into that mask I am coming to hate. The one that says: gone is the warm, caring, easy-to-get-along-with man I’d briefly witnessed, leaving behind the one I hate… And lust after, since the moment I’d met him. No… Not true, I’d lust after him in any…and every form.

Goosebumps dot on my skin. I fold my arms around my waist. "What’s that supposed to mean?" My words stay suspended between us for a second.

He holds my gaze, peruses my features, then runs a hand through his hair. "Adam Rhodes."

Of course.I glance away.

He reaches down, runs his big hand across the flesh of my upper arms. Warmth seeps into my blood instantly—insidious, seductive, pulling me, grounding me, anchoring me to him.Shit.I pull away. He releases me.

"You were married to him, but..." He seems to hesitate. Huh, Saint? Uncertain about something? I tilt my head.

"You want to know why I was a virgin?" I ask.

A nerve throbs at his temple. He doesn’t reply. Doesn’t say a word. Watches me intently. Waiting…waiting… The silence stretches for a beat. A bead of sweat crawls down my temple.

His jaw tics.

My nerves stretch, my belly trembles, and I firm my lips, "It wasn’t a marriage at all, we were each playing a role."

"Clearly."

I wince at the bite in his voice.

"He…he wasn’t a bad man," I say.

"And there was no sexual relationship between the two of you?"

"He… I… We agreed to keep it platonic. He needed a woman on his arm. I needed…" I bite my lip. I turn away.

This time he reaches out and pinches my chin, "Tell me. Don’t hold back now." His jaw tics. A dense wave of anger spools off of him.