The Billionaire's Proposal

My shock slowly faded as the sensation returned to my hands and feet. I pulled in a quick breath, tasting the sweet scent of his cologne, and gazed up at that sparkling smile. Our eyes locked, but while he might think the fight was over, I was suddenly sure of exactly one thing.

No. I hadn’t nearly had enough.

I took a page from his book. I let my actions do the talking for me.

In a move almost as fast as his, I wrapped my legs around his waist—flipping him over before he had a chance to realize what was happening. It was a trick I’d learned sometime early on in college. It was a trick a lot of us girls had learned, actually. There was a soft ripping of fabric, as my beautiful dress split up the thigh, but at the moment I didn’t care.

The tables had turned. Now I was the one on top.

The look on Nick’s face was priceless. Absolutely priceless. It wasn’t often that a guy like him was caught off-guard, and I relished the moment—staring down with a triumphant grin.

“Is that ready enough for you?”

He let out a breathless gasp of laughter, still trying to get his bearings. His hands came up tentatively to rest on my thighs, before lowering quickly back down to the mat.

It was then that I noticed we were frozen in a rather famous sex position.

It was then that he noticed the giant tear in my dress.

“That doesn’t look good...” he murmured, running his fingers teasingly up the frayed seam. They got higher and higher. “That doesn’t look good at all.”

I shivered with every inch.

How was it, that even on his back, this man still had total control over me? I was using my entire body to keep him down, but he held me breathless with just the tips of his fingers.

“These things have to be symmetrical, you know.”

Wait...what?

There was a sudden rip, followed by a rush of cold air.

“Nick!” I screamed.

But it was too late. He had already torn my dress up the other side.

“You bastard!” The thing was hanging in tattered, silvery ribbons—sporting a slit that went all the way up to my hips. And while it technically might cover everything it needed to, it was only a matter of time before the entire thing gave way. “I can’t believe you just did that!”

Nick simply folded his hands behind his head, and leaned back with a satisfied smile.

“There—symmetrical.”

I let out a gasp of incredulous laughter, and smacked him in the chest. My legs were still straddling his waist, and I felt him stiffen as he gazed up at me with a grin.

“Do you really have to destroy every priceless dress I have?” I teased, leaning down so that the tips of my hair brushed against his cheek. “First the fountain, now this?”

The man always had an uncanny knack for destruction, but my wardrobe had never borne the brunt of it until now.

His eyes danced as he stared up at me, and without thinking, he reached up and caught a dangling curl between his fingers—running it absentmindedly along his lips.

“I guess I’ll just have to take you out to get another one.”

I pursed my lips.

“Until you destroy that one as well?”

He laughed, dropping his head so his own hair spilled out over the mat. “Yeah—until I destroy that one as well. I’m glad to see you’re catching on.”

I bit my lip, trying my best to fight back a smile as I leaned dangerously over him.