Mr. Bossy Billioanaire and I
Amaya breathed in as she thought, think about nothing, Amaya; think about something ugly, something fishy, something not hot and delicious like how his bulge.
Damn it!
That shut her up as she closed her eyes and prayed for a miracle.
Her slumber-party theory wasn’t working, not with Chase standing there in his underwear. His very sexy underwear.
"Trying to imagine what I’d look like, huh? Well, if you open your eyes, I can give you a demo—"
"No!" she yelled, her eyes flying open against her will in the faint hope he’d go through with his threat. "Just get under the damn sheets and keep your underwear on."
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