Page 39 of The Elusive Billionaire

“What do you want?” I sound like an aggravated teenager, but it appears to sober her, and she drops her hand away from my shoulder. Cold slithers onto my skin in its place.

“If I win, you admit that you made a mistake.”

I rear back. Surely, she’s joking. “A mistake about what?”

Something sparkles in her eyes—something I can’t read but sure as hell want to.

“About ending our physical relationship. You may have restraint, but not enough to deny the chemistry of us forever.”

She’s right, but I won’t admit that.

“Rules,” I snap. “I’m starving, and our food is getting cold. So here’s what we’re going to do.” Her eyes widen as I drop the box to the floor and begin spreading out the plastic sheet full of colored circles. “Before each move, you must feed the other person a bite of pasta. If you can’t get the food into their mouth, you lose.”

“Your plan is faulty.” Goddamn. Her tone ignites fire in my balls.

“How so?” Grabbing her plate, I dump all its contents onto mine, then set the plate and one fork on the edge of the mat.

“You’ll have to feed me in order to advance in the game. You didn’t say anything about me having to make it easy for you. What if I just keep pulling my head out of your reach?”

Unable to control myself, I leap to my feet and wrap my hand around her waist, pulling her against me. Hard. Hard enough to knock a shocked gasp from her lungs. My free hand knots in her hair at the base of her neck.

“I think you’re underestimating just how far my reach extends when I want something badly enough.”

“And I think you’re underestimating just how stubborn I can be when I’m right.”

Lowering my face until my cheek rests against hers, I breathe in the sweet scent of her skin with a deep inhale that has her shuddering in my arms.

Peace. It happens here in these stolen moments with her. The realization nearly knocks me on my ass, but I’m on a mission and need to focus.

“Game on, Monroe,” I whisper darkly. “Remember this when you’re begging me to fuck you later—I never lose. Especially when it comes to something…” With a hand splayed to her lowerback, I press her into my hard length. “I can’t stop thinking about.”

“What…” Warm, moist air brushes my neck with her heavy breaths. “What is it you think you want here, Grey?”

You.

That one word screams in my head as though it’s the only truth worth telling, but I don’t say it—I can’t.

“I want to win, Savvy. I always want to win.”

Her shoulders sag, and her eyes flash with disappointment, but there’s nothing I can do about that right now.

I don’t know how to trust her anymore, and without trust, we have nothing—even if my body and soul are already begging for hers.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

SAVVY

I don’t thinkeither of us truly thought about the repercussions of this game. I know I didn’t.

My muscles ache as I hold a twisted version of a lunge. My left foot is on a red circle on the middle of the mat, while my right foot is on a green circle at the bottom. My left arm is pressed against Grey’s cock so my hand can be on a blue circle, and I’ve got my right arm over the top of him for a yellow circle.

And the asshole is sprawled out underneath me like he’s doing a crab walk without breaking a freaking sweat.

“Aren’t we supposed to have another person here to spin the wheel?” My hair drops into my face and sticks there because I’m sweating more than when I go to hot yoga. I swear Grey is a human sauna.

“We’ve only been playing for thirty minutes, Monroe. Are you giving up already?”

Never.