Page 135 of The Billionaire's Secret

She pales.

"Does that disappoint you?" I search her features.

Her lips turn down, then she tips up her chin. "It’s what I expected. Besides, it was a hypothetical question."

"Good, then you won’t mind if I ask you another."

Her eyebrows knit together, "What?"

"Why did you ask to become my sub? You could have approached me with another proposition. So why this?"

She draws in a breath, "I researched you, found out about your tastes, about some of the other women." She flushes.

Something hot blooms in my chest, "Does that make you jealous, Gigi, imagining me with another woman?"

She tips her chin up, "You know it does." She places her hand over my cock, “And if you dare look at any of them again, I’ll…" She squeezes my balls.

I groan…then wince. Her jealousy is a fucking turn on. Does she realize that? Sweat beads my forehead. Heat swarms in a knotted coil at the base of my belly, "What else did you like about what you saw?"

"You ..." she swallows, "You had what I was looking for."

"What is that?"

"You are the kind of man who'd know what his woman needs when she doesn’t. You wouldn't allow her pleas to get in the way and that… It’s not easy."

"That's an awful lot you are supposing," I smirk.

"I followed my instincts." Her lips quirk.

The band around my chest tightens. This woman... She is fucking strong... That sassy side of her? Surely, it will be my downfall.

"And what do your instincts say now?" I tilt my head.

"That you know what's best for me." She squeezes her hand around my erect cock and blood rushes to my groin.

"The things you do to me when you say that." I groan. My heart begins to race. "But, you need to recover first."

She shakes her head. "Later. I need this Saint. I do."

I draw in a breath, "One more question, then."

"But..."

"You ask."

She rubs her cheek into the pillow, her fingers rubbing across the swollen head of my shaft.

"Gigi."

"Saint?"

"Ask your question."

"Why do you live in hotels? Why doesn’t a man like you not have a mansion of your own?"

"You heard about that?"

"Summer may have mentioned it." She flushes but doesn’t back down, "Will you answer that?"