Page 34 of Billionaire Temptations

I wanted to touch him and feel his hardness in my hand before he fucked me. He scooted up closer so his mouth was hovering over mine. He looked into my eyes before softly kissing me. Reaching down and taking hold of his cock, I moved my hand firmly up and down his length as he gasped while I ran my thumb over the slickness of his engorged head.

“I want you to ride me,” he whispered as he rolled over and pulled me on top of him, slowly pushing himself inside of me.

I inhaled deeply as I sat up, driving him deeper inside of me. His fingers took hold of the bottom of my nightshirt, and he slowly lifted it over my head, exposing my entire naked body to his eyes. As I moved in small, tight motions on his cock, his hands kneaded my breasts and tugged at my nipples before he pulled me down and took them in his mouth. The buildup was happening as I sat up and planted my hand firmly on his chest while I circled my hips and then moved back and forth, causing him to throw his head back. Grabbing my hips and holding me in place, he lifted himself and thrust in and out of me as fast as he could, sending me to the peak of another orgasm. Panting, and with my heart racing, I released myself on him as he released himself inside of me, pushing deeper with one last long stroke. I collapsed on top of him, and he wrapped his arms around me, holding me tight.

As our breathing calmed, I rolled off of him and turned on my side, facing him, stroking his bare muscular chest. He looked at me and kissed my head, lifting his arm up around me and pulling me into him.

“I want to know where you were last night,” he spoke.

I lifted myself out of his grip, got up, and put on a new pair of panties.

“How was your date with Christine?” I asked as I slipped on my nightshirt.

He placed his hands behind his head and glared at me.

“How was the ballet, Max?”

As I stared at him from the end of the bed, he bit his bottom lip. “How did you know?”

“It doesn’t matter how I knew. You broke our agreement.” I walked out of the bedroom and headed to the kitchen for some coffee. He followed behind in only his jeans. Kara and Mollywere sitting at the table, staring at us. I watched as their mouths dropped to the floor as they stared at Max.

“Don’t get smart with me. Who was that guy?”

“And who the fuck is Christine?!” I yelled in his face.

Kara and Molly got up. “We’ll leave you two alone so you can argue in peace.”

I rolled my eyes as Max said good morning to them.

“You ditched me last night so you could take another woman to the ballet. You suck, Max. You really suck!”

He poured himself some coffee because I refused to get him some and sat down on the stool.

“I’m sorry, Emma. I bought the tickets before meeting you and told her I’d take her. What kind of man would I be to tell her that I changed my mind suddenly?”

“The fucking kind of man who has the balls to tell her that he has a fiancée!”

“Why would I do that? It’s not even a real engagement. Now, who was that guy you were with, and why were you with my sister?”

I didn’t feel like I owed him any explanation at all, but I couldn’t stand arguing with him anymore, so I caved.

“His name is Lucas, and he’s the lead singer of a band from Miami called High Five. We had seen them a couple of times in Miami, and after the show, we chatted. When we found out they were playing last night, we went, and your sister was there with her girlfriends. She showed me the picture of you and Christine. Apparently, she left her bracelet at your apartment, and when she stopped by to get it, she saw you coming out of the building with her. And by the way, she knows our engagement isn’t real.”

“What? What the fuck!” he yelled.

“Don’t worry about her. She won’t tell your parents because she feels sorry for you. Anyway, your sister loves the band, and I introduced her to them. We all sat around after the show, andwe talked. Your sister must have taken our picture, but I don’t remember her doing it.”

He looked away from me as his jaw moved back and forth. He was so angry but had no right to be.

“Did you fuck her last night?” I boldly asked.

His eyes looked into mine as he cocked his head. “Did you fuck him last night?”

“No, because I’m not a whore. Contrary to what you might believe, Mr. Hamilton. If you’ll excuse me, I want you to leave my apartment!”

“I didn’t fuck her, Emma. I just took her to the ballet. I was home by eleven o’clock, alone.”

“You know what, Max? I don’t give a rat’s ass anymore what you do. We have two more months of this arrangement. Let’s just try to be civil to each other long enough to get through it.”

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