Page 134 of The Damaged Billionaire's Obsession
“Well, I heard you were going blind,” I snark.
His lips twitch. “Iheard you’re carrying my child.”
The heat in his gaze makes my womb clench. He looks at me like he owns me. I can’t stand it much longer. I know what his eyes are telling me, and I’d like to hear him say it.
I also need to be a big girl and tell him how I feel. No more games.
“Yes,” I finally say. “Although that’s not why I left.”
“It’s not?” He seems genuinely surprised.
I shake my head. “But first, tell me how you feel about this?” I palm my lower belly softly.
He shrugs nonchalantly, but his gaze is scorching. “The same way I feel about you, Siobhán. And you? Do you like the idea of carrying my child?”
I meet his gaze, and I suppress a moan. I wonder if he’s noticed my thighs subtly rubbing against each other. “I love it,” I whisper.
His knuckles around the edge of the desk whiten.
“I was hurting badly, so I did the first thing that came to mind. I was wrong to do that to you, and I’m sorry. I really am. Ethan, I love you so much and I want to be with you.”
He presses the intercom. “Will, clear my schedule for the day.”
I sag in relief.
“And your 4:30 in fifteen minutes?” Will asks, a hint of hysteria coloring his tone. If I weren’t so intent on fixing things with Ethan, I might have felt bad for messing up his schedule.
“Everything, and I don’t want to be disturbed,” Ethan clarifies.
He approaches me, stopping right in front of me. His smell hits me: aftershave and cologne and him. I open my nostrils to breathe in more.
“How long do you want me for?” he asks softly
“Um…for a long time. Like, a really long time,” I answer.
He puts his hands under my chin, then gets right into my face, his breath on my lips, making them tingle. I lick them. It draws his attention, and his eyes zero in on them.
“I’m going to spank you so hard you won’t be able to sit, then I’ll fuck you just as hard so that you will hardly be able to walk. Then, we’ll kiss. Then, we’ll talk.”
I drench my panties.
“Oh, God,” I moan, biting my lip. “I’ve missed you so much—”
He bends down and picks me up, while I bury my face in his neck, inhaling his skin, sucking and biting. I need him so much.He puts me down in the seating area. “Take off your clothes, baby. Everything.”
I scramble to take them off, throwing them over my shoulder in my haste to follow his orders. He doesn’t even check where they land.
Wow. Ethan has come a long way.
Or perhaps it’s the wild, ravenous look in his eyes that’s driving him. When I’m completely naked, I lift a hand slowly and sinuously to cup my breast and roll a nipple between my thumb and forefinger.
His eyes flash, and he rips his shirt apart, its buttons flying everywhere. His torso makes me want to spend hours learning the ripples and cords of muscles with my tongue.
“You fucking sexy goddess. You will be the death of me.” He sits down, his thighs spread apart. “Come here.”
He pulls me on top of him and puts me over his lap with my ass in the air. Oh, God, my skin is tingling already, and I can feel my wetness on my thigh. I’ve never been spanked, but I have a high pain threshold.
I think.