Claire: The Forced Virgin Of The Billionaire

I started to laugh, “Gotcha.”

She narrowed her eyes at me, “That’s not nice.”

I let out a big belly laugh.

I turned around to go back to the island and she swatted my a*s hard with her hand.

“You need a spanking, Mister!” She growled at me.

She was f*g adorable. I grabbed her and threw her over my shoulder and carried her upstairs. She paddled my a*s with her palms all the way up, calling me cruel, mean, a jackass.

When I got her onto our bed I kissed her and said, “Don’t try to define us, okay? All I know about our relationship is that we’re on a road together and I’m trying to take us someplace good.”

She nodded and then gave me her mouth.

Claire’s POV

Azriel had to go out before we got a chance to talk about anything serious so I had hours to myself. I wondered if it’d get to a point when I could come and go as I pleased. I wanted to talk to him about it but he came home in a pissy mood. So I decided that I needed to think up a game, so he and I could play. Maybe I could fix his mood.

I made a homemade lasagna for dinner (despite finding 3 in the freezer that Rosita had made) and it seemed to help with his mood; he told me it was the best lasagna he’d had in years.

“If I was having a cook off to pick my wife and this was your entry, baby, you’d win hands down.”

“If I didn’t cook well would I be out of the running?” I pouted.

“Not at all; just sayin’ if cooking were a qualifying category, this lasagna would buy you the race.”

I beamed. His mood had lifted a little but he seemed preoccupied.

“You seem a bit tense,” I stood up and walked to his side of the table. It was just the two of us at the gigantic dining room table. I placed my hands on his shoulders and leaned down to whisper in his ear, “How about you grab a shower and meet me in the bedroom and I give you a full body massage? Then maybe we can play?”

He smirked, “I’d love to, baby, but I have a conference call in…” he glanced at his phone, “Five minutes ago. s**t. Rain check?”

“Sure,” I deflated. I leaned over to clear his plate. He pulled me down onto his lap and claimed my mouth with his.

“Dinner was delish, baby. I can’t wait for dessert. Half an hour, hour tops, okay? I’ll try to keep Saturday nights and Sundays as free as I can going forward.” He planted a k**s on me, then lifted me off his lap and then swatted my bottom playfully.

I chewed my lower l*p and gave him a heated stare. He returned it.

“What flavor tonight, Azriel?” I asked, looking as seductively as I could muster.

“Mmm,” he eyed me up and down, “Neapolitan?”

I smiled and gave him a nod. A little vanilla, a little strawberry, and a little chocolate. Sounded good to me. I cleared the table as he strode off toward his office.

Azriel’s POV

“Okay,” I told her, “You’re gonna put me to sleep.” She was sitting on my rear, massaging my back with sweet smelling oil. I was on the bed, a towel around my waist.

“Maybe you need to sleep,” she told me, her lips against the ridge of my ear.

“But I have plans for us.”

“Neapolitan plans?” she murmured.

I laughed, “We need to talk first, baby. Switch.”

She got off me and lay beside me on her belly. I climbed onto her backside and kneeled, not putting my full weight on her, and lifted her t-shirt and pulled it off her, leaving her in just a pair of Daisy Duke-like jean shorts and her bra. It was a sexy satin red one.

I snapped the band and she jerked and then giggled shyly but her eyes were heated. I kissed her shoulder and then wiped oil from my own over-oiled shoulders, transferring it to her body working it in to her back and her shoulders.

She let out a little m**n that went straight to my groin. I ignored what that m**n made me wanna do; I needed to talk to her, not let myself get distracted again. The best way to do it was probably to stop touching her so I could stop thinking about getting inside of her and just play the recording.

I wiped my hand on the towel beside her, reached for my phone, which was on the night stand and put it beside her head,

“Listen.” I said and planted a k**s on her shoulder, “Then we’ll talk. We have to talk about this and then we have other s**t to discuss. It’s gonna to be a lot. But it’s important. Okay? I didn’t want to come to you with this before I had proof but I’m at a dead end and need info from you before I can go further.”

She nodded and chewed her cheek. I brushed her hair behind her ear with my fingertips, kissed her temple, and then I pressed play on the recording while I continued to gently massage her shoulders and then moved down to her legs as the recording played what Greg Dawson said to me outside the hospital when Claire had the allergic reaction.

She tensed up almost immediately, upon hearing her father’s voice, but I kept massaging gently.