Free The Wrong Billionaire's Bed by Jessica Clare Page B

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    â€œA kiss on the cheek,” she offered.
    â€œGet real,” he told her. “We both know that wasn’t the bargain. I’m talking an honest to goodness kiss.”
    â€œYou didn’t specify where. I should get to choose where I’d want to put it, and I’m saying there.”
    â€œWell, since we’re picking body parts out of the air, I’ll say that I want the kiss on the head of my cock.” At her outraged gasp, he continued blandly. “So I guess we can meet in the middle and settle on the mouth.”
    â€œYou’re despicable.”
    â€œYeah, yeah. You’re the one who started the bidding low, sweetheart. I had to go high to counter it.”
    â€œI’m not your sweetheart! Fine. On the mouth. But no tongue!”
    â€œOh, there’ll be tongue,” he told her. “But if it’ll make you feel better, I’ll lead.”
    â€œYou’ll lead?” There it was again, that weird, half-startled, half-mortified look on her face that told him she was probably blushing again. “What do you mean by that?”
    â€œI mean my tongue can do all the work. You can just let me be in charge of any tongue action.”
    She shook her head again. “I’m pretty sure I didn’t agree to tongue.”
    â€œIt’s not a kiss if there’s no tongue.”
    â€œGee, you sure didn’t seem to be thinking that when you suggested I plant a kiss on your dick!”
    He laughed, surprised and amused by her retort. He liked her, stiff shoulders and all. “Now now, how do you know I wasn’t referring to tongue?”
    She made a choked sound of fury.
    â€œDon’t distract me from our bargain,” he teased. “Let’s keep things on track here. How long?”
    â€œHow long, what?”
    â€œHow long should the kiss be?”
    â€œI don’t have a timer!”
    â€œShould you get one?” He gestured at the cabin up the hill. “I can go back to the house and tell Cade that we need one to make sure we get the kiss right—”
    Her hands went to his chest, stopping him as he pretended to get up. “You’re not going anywhere.”
    A smile tugged at his mouth. “Whatever you say.”
    â€œI sincerely wish that were the case,” she told him pertly.
    He laughed again. “So we agree to three minutes on the kiss?”
    â€œThree seems like a long time.” She gave him a skeptical look. “I vote one.”
    â€œThree.”
    â€œWe’re settling on two, then.” When he didn’t challenge that, she added, “What about hands?”
    He raised an eyebrow at her. “You want to start the bidding on that one?”
    â€œNo thank you. I learned my lesson with the lips bargaining.” She put her hands on her hips, challenging him. “I just wanted to know where hands factored into this equation.”
    Reese grinned.
Quick learner.
“I suppose we can leave hands off the table for now. Unless you object.”
    â€œHardly.” She contemplated for a moment, and then gave him a narrow-eyed look. “Did we leave anything out?”
    â€œYou tell me.” He was enjoying this far, far too much.
    â€œI feel like if I miss something, you’re going to use it against me.”
    He laughed. “Double entendre?”
    â€œSee, there you go again.”
    â€œHey, I’m ready whenever you are.” He gestured expansively. “Just waiting for you to get a move on.”
    â€œMe?” She sputtered again. “Why do I have to make the first move?”
    â€œBecause you lost the bet. Those were the rules.” He crossed his arms over his chest. “Now quit stalling.”
    â€œI’m not stalling!” Her shoulders rose in a huff.
    â€œAren’t you? Because I can go back inside if you want to call this whole thing off. It’s clear to me you have no intention of going through—”
    His words