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infuriating. “I don’t think so.”
    Though the constant drumming of the shower sounded, Blake’s soothing low tone still compelled her. “That’s exactly where you've gone wrong. Thinking. You’re over thinking this.” He let his hand travel down to his cock. Water was all around. In the shower, in her mouth, traveling down her throat, and most certainly pooling down below. Standing at the entrance of the shower, Mila wanted to lose herself in the moment. A craving took over as his dick, so magical and inviting, refused to stop growing. “ Desires , now desires are primitive. No thought necessary. You want something. Go for it.” He still stroked the strength of his cock.
    With every caress from his large hand, her labia quivered. Coupled with the sound of his voice, an aged wine, bold, yet smooth, Mila was at a lost. “…Are you listening to me, Mila. You want something. You go after it.”
    Mila licked her lips. Thick and long, he had more erection than any woman should ever need. It stood to attention, saluting her. Then she remembered the last words he said. And now, they were at the part where the billionaire would lose his own childish game.
    “Hmmm. Go after what I want you say?” She stepped closer, stopping just before the spray of water sprinkled on the tips of her stilettos.
    He nodded.
    “And you want me.”
    Blake grinned. His eyes hard, as if just the mere glance could singe the clothing right off of her. “Yeah. But, I’d rather you come to me, Mila. I want you to cum so fucking hard—“
    “Stop.” The gasp flew from her parted lips, both sets of lips swollen, aching with desire. But Mila gathered her dignity.  “Now get this through your head, Mr. Baldwin.”
    He moved so close that her minty breath caught. The steam from his body enveloped her. Blake reached just past Mila and grabbed a plush navy blue towel from the counter.
    “Baldwin, you’ll have your 14 thousand dollars back within a week, and I won't be seeing you ever again. There will be no paying my mortgage or any other foolishness. Do I make myself clear?” As strength lifted her shoulders, and her spine stood rigid, Mila wondered where she’d get the money. With Warren’s last paycheck, Mila had held the funeral, and she’d had to pay out of pocket for a few odds and ends such as floral arrangements to cover such a large church.
    She’d paid half of a $4250 mortgage payment, but the bank returned it due to their inability to take partial payments. That was three months ago. They’d sent a pre-foreclosure letter when she became two months behind. The life insurance agent had yet to provide a date to pay out Warren’s policy. None of the wedding venues cared of such tragedies, and Warren’s mother wanted the funeral to rival a wedding she never got for her son.
    “$14,000, what are you talking about?” He arched an eyebrow as the plush towel polished off taut muscles.
    “I see that you like to fuck with people.”
    “Billionaires’ trait perhaps.” He shrugged, grabbing the L'Ocittane lotion. The psychotic man meant for her to go crazy as he rubbed a dime size worth on just one muscle. He had to be at least 36. Why act like such a prick?
    “Well, you may be right, then.” She nodded. “Billionaire’s trait. So you micromanage too?”
    He raised an eyebrow, then asked for her to lotion his back.
    “Okay.” She took the bottle with a coy smile and squirted cold lotion on his back. She dropped the bottle and stalked out of the bathroom. That asshole thought she would drop her panties?
     

Chapter 7
    Blake
    HE KNEW THAT paying her mortgage would blow up in his face. Risk verses reward implied that his desire just to be in her presence outweighed all ramifications. Blake was a patient man. He admired how well she clung to the thought of her dearly departed fiancé. Naivety, or perhaps loyalty, had the woman hell-bent on wallowing in melancholy. And he'd waited for the mortgage to elapse two times before