A Deal With The Ruthless Billionaire
“Your face is doing that thing it does when you’re guilty. Like when you ate my leftovers and tried to say the cat did it.”
“Okay, fine! Maybe I did,” I groaned, covering my face with my hands. “But it’s not like I wanted to. It just… happened.”
“Uh-huh,” Gigi said, her grin widening. “So, let me get this straight. He spanked you, made you count, talked dirty to you, and you got all hot and bothered? Girl, I’d say you’re living the dream.”
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