Be My Babygirl A Billionaire Romance - Jane Henry Page 0,16

listening to me?” I wrap my hand around her hair and give it a good tug.

“Oh! Yes, daddy. Of course, daddy!”

My cock aches.

I slap her ass.

“Stop distracting me with sex.”

“Eggs Benedict! I’ve never had it before. The fruit bowl, it looks so yummy. Chocolate croissant, because how could I say no to that, a side of bacon and please, a big pot of coffee and... maybe a mimosa?”

“Good girl.” I like a girl with a hearty appetite. I leave her across my knee but give her a sound spank for good measure, using her ass as a table to prop my phone on while I place my order on speakerphone. She wriggles and squirms but freezes when I reach below and pinch a nipple.

I place the order, put my phone down, and lift her off my knee.

“Shower.”

Her cheeks are flushed pink, her eyes hooded. “Shower,” she repeats. When she doesn’t move fast enough, I reach for her, but she’s a fast learner. Moments later she’s scrambling off the bed and trotting to the massive en suite bathroom.

She squeals. “This is… this is amazing. Oh my goodness, it’s the stuff of dreams. Are those fresh roses? And look at the soap, it’s carved just like the roses, almost too pretty to use. I didn’t know there were this many shades of white in the world! And there’s another hot tub, smaller than the one where we did the wine thing.” She gasps. “Is that an entrance to a pool?”

I grab a condom, slide it on the sink beside the shower, and join her. “It is.”

“Wow.”

I lean in and turn the shower on. Moments later, billows of steam fill the room. I reach for her hand.

“We have half an hour before that food gets here.”

She nods. “Yes, daddy. And another hour before the contract’s up.”

Is it my imagination, or is there a note of sadness in her voice? I hate that our night together has come to an end so quickly.

I close the shower door, take two washcloths, and lather them up with the rosette soaps. She closes her eyes when I tip her head back, running a stream of hot water through her hair before I shampoo it. Wordlessly, I lather her body, paying close attention to her nipples, her neck, and the sweet apex of her thighs. When I’m done, she does the same for me.

It’s easy but sensual. I could get used to this.

By the time I’ve lathered her fully, my cock’s hard, and she’s practically panting. I arrange her against the shower, bend her over, and roll the condom on. She rocks against me as I take her from behind. I slide in and out of her with blissful pleasure, and as I come again, I know.

That contract was only a prelude.

After our breakfast, we quietly dress, and it’s like the curtain’s come down on the show. She’s fulfilled her contract. The time is up. I should be ready to face the day, to do my work, satisfied with the one-night stand that scratched the itch, but I’m not.

“I’ll arrange for a ride to get you home.”

“I have a car…”

Is her car safe? I don’t want her driving alone.

Why do I care?

“I’d much prefer you take my ride, so I know you’ve arrived home safely. I’ll arrange for your car to be brought home later.” I tell myself making sure she gets home safe protects me from liability.

Or something.

Her eyes brighten and she smiles. “You’ll come with me?”

I look away. “I have work to do, so no. But one of my drivers will take you.”

Her voice is pained. “Oh.”

She gathers her things and I kiss her cheek, but the second the door shuts behind her, I want to yank it open, grab her, and pull her back to me. I want to keep her here, with me, where she’s safe, because a part of me feels...as if she’s mine.

But I can’t get involved with an escort, I know I can’t. I open the door, but she’s already gone. I slam it, pacing the penthouse. I go about my day on autopilot, answering calls and sending emails, attending teleconferences and signing paperwork.

By lunchtime, I’m on my feet, pacing back and forth in front of my desk. I have to find a way to get her back.

I have to.

Chapter 5

Katie

The driver pulls up to my apartment complex. I should be happy to be home, but I’m not.

I’m wearing last night's dress, wrinkled and rumpled, my hair’s air dried from the