Surprising the Billionaire with a Baby - Elizabeth Lynx Page 0,10
of my mouth when there’s a dick inside me. And besides, it’s not fair.”
“What’s not fair?”
“You judging me about calling you Wonder Dick when you, in fact, have a wonder dick.”
I chuckled, moving off my knees and sitting on the floor. My knees creaked, and I felt like I had just run a marathon, but the smile wouldn’t leave my face.
“You think so? It wasn’t too big for you? I worry about that sometimes. The size . . .”
“Oh. My. God. Do you hear yourself right now?”
I heard her move and reclined back to rest on my elbows when I felt her curl up next to me. “Oh dear, I hope I didn’t cause too many orgasms with my gargantuan dick!” she said in a cartoonish tone.
My head fell back as laughter erupted. This woman. From what I saw when she first entered, she was beautiful, sexy as hell, and such a smart ass.
“I hope that means you liked it. Because I liked it.”
There was silence. I knew she was still there as I felt her breath on my chest. “What’s wrong?”
Shit. Maybe she felt pressured to have sex with me. That was the last thing I wanted her to think. I knew I shouldn’t have told her I was naked.
“I’m trying real hard to be good right now.” Her words felt forced, like she was spitting them out through clenched teeth.
Oh no. I had taken it too far. I rubbed my brow and sat up.
“Look, I never meant to—”
“There’s something you should know about me. I am not sweet. That’s my sister. She’ll help people, even her shit bag boyfriend. But I am quite the opposite.”
“Okay . . .”
Was she going to beat me up? Was that what she was trying to say? All because I had sex with her and she didn’t want to. I wouldn’t blame her.
“And here you are, trapped in a closet with me, naked—”
I cut her off, “I want to clarify that I never ever thought or expected you to have sex—”
“Let me finish.”
I nodded. “Right. Yes.”
“You’re naked and have muscles that have muscles on top of even more muscles. Then your behemoth-sized dick shows up, and I thought jackpot. Like I won sex gold. That Santa came early and dropped a candy cane dick in my lap.”
At this point I didn’t know whether to laugh or start clawing my way out of the room.
“And after several top-notch orgasms, you act all innocent. Like somehow colossal dicks are terrible, and you hoped I liked it. Can I ask you a serious question, and you promise you won’t get mad?”
I felt sweet relief that she hadn’t felt pressured to have sex. She could ask me anything she wanted to.
“Ask away.”
“Are you over eighteen? And if you are, are you a virgin?”
I blinked a few times. “Yes and no,” I said.
“So, you’re over eighteen?”
“Yes. Are you?”
Oh no, that was what this was about. She wasn’t of age. Now I felt extra creepy.
“I’m thirty. And you?”
“Twenty-eight. And no, not a virgin,” I said just to clarify in case she had any questions on that matter.
“I didn’t think you were based on your expertise between my legs.”
“Is that a bad thing? How I act all innocent, because I promise you, my thoughts are anything but innocent.” I was wiggling my brows, but, as usual, she couldn’t see.
“So, you planned this? You thought about it the moment I walked in? Or maybe that story about your brother locking you in here was a lie, and you overheard me discuss ghosts with my sister and pretended to be one to lure me in here?”
I was getting why she said she wasn’t the sweet one.
“That was my plan the whole time. I knew if I wrapped my dick up like a candy cane, you’d be so overcome that you’d fall to your knees.”
“You’re a genius. I did just that. You must know me so well. You probably even know my name.”
“But if I tell you your own name, then you’ll know that I know, and it ruins the illusion.” I said, hoping she took the hint that I wanted to know her name.
“That made no sense.” She leaned in and peppered a few kisses on my chest. For someone who swore she wasn’t sweet, that was lovely.
“It’s Julia.”
I grinned. Julia.
“I like it. And I’m—”
As I was about to tell her my name, there was a noise. It came from the small door Julia had entered through earlier.
“Oh my God, I think