Page 16 of Billionaire Wolf Needs a Fake Girlfriend

Since the dining room had become my office, we ate at the kitchen island. Denver twirled pasta onto his fork and somehow, ended up splattering red tomato sauce on his shirt and cheek.

"Who knew the great Denver Roberts could be so messy?" I teased, brushing a smudge of sauce off his cheek.

He smirked, catching my wrist before I could pull away. "Careful, Sasha. You're starting to sound like you actually like me."

I rolled my eyes, but there was no denying the warmth spreading from his touch through my entire body. "Don't let it go to your head."

The meal was delicious and the moment felt so normal like we were just a normal couple having dinner together after a busy day at work.

Denver's words from last night echoed in my mind. Though he didn't push, it seemed like every touch of our hands, every glance, was loaded with intention. By the time we finished cleaning up, my nerves felt like a live wire.

"I should probably head to bed," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

Denver nodded, but he didn't move. "Yeah. Me too."

We stood there for a moment, the silence stretching between us. Fuck it, I thought. I couldn't live in fear of the what-ifs any longer. Then, before I could change my mind, I stepped forward and kissed him. It was soft, and tentative, but it was enough to shatter the fragile stalemate between us.

He responded immediately, his hands cupping my face as he deepened the kiss. My heart raced, and I clung to him as if he were the only thing keeping me grounded. The world outside, the stalker, the board, and the risks, faded away, leaving only the two of us. His lips were demanding yet tender, and I melted into him, my hands sliding up his chest to wrap around his neck.

He broke the kiss, his breathing ragged as he rested his forehead against mine. "Sasha," he murmured, his voice rough with desire. "We have to stop. I can't control myself if we keep going."

I silenced him with another kiss, my fingers tangling in his hair. "I don't want to stop," I whispered against his lips. "I want this. I want you."

He let out a low growl, the sound sending a jolt of lust to my center. In one decisive scoop, he lifted me up. I let out a laugh and wrapped my legs around his waist as he carried me to his bedroom. His eyes never left mine as he set me down on the edge of the bed.

He knelt in front of me, his hands resting on my knees as he looked into my eyes.

"Are you sure?" he asked. His eyes were dark with the intensity of his desire.

I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest. "I'm sure."

He stood, his hands sliding up my thighs as he leaned in to kiss me again. This time, there was no hesitation. His hands roamed my body, exploring every curve as if memorizing me, and I responded in kind, tugging at his shirt until it was off and my hands could feel the warmth of his skin.

We discarded our clothes in a frenzy, and soon, our limbs were tangled together, his body pressing me into the mattress. He overwhelmed all of my senses, surrounding me with his warmth and scent. I was drowning in Denver Roberts in the most delightful way. I never wanted it to end.

Every touch was electric. His palms ran over my curves with possessiveness, cupping my breasts and plucking my nipples to hard points before he slid down to my knees. With a decisive quickness that made me suck in a breath, he parted my thighs, exposing my most secret place to his view.

His nose flared as he ran his fingers through my puffy folds. I was already so wet for him. He spread my moisture up to my clit and rubs me to a frenzy until my hips are bouncing against his thumb. "Denver, please," I begged. He cupped my mound in his hand, grinding the base against my clit. "This belongs to me."

I held his gaze. "Yes."

He squeezed my ass before slapping it, the wetness from my juices on his hand making the blow sting even more. "And this."

"Yes!" I gasped.

Cupping my chin, he ran his thumb along my bottom lip before slipping it into my mouth. I sucked him hard, savoring my own flavor on his flesh and licking him clean with my tongue. "And that pretty little mouth too." He removed his finger with a pop.

"Yes." My eyes locked in on his shaft which was so hard it pointed straight at me. Reaching down, I took his throbbing length into my hand and stroked him, tracing the ridged veins. A glistening drop of liquid pooled at the tip. My mouth watered. "I need to taste you."

"Then take what you need. Kneel."

His order sent a fresh flush of arousal through me. I obeyed, grabbing a pillow and shimmying off of the bed before dropping to my knees on top of it.

Denver wrapped one hand in my hair, cupping the back of my head, and gripped the base of his cock with his other hand. His eyes were almost dark with lust. "Swallow it like a good girl. All of it."

My tongue darted out to wet my lips before I inched closer. Keeping my eyes locked on his, I closed my lips around the swollen head, swirling my tongue around the rim before taking him in. As much as I tried, I could only make it halfway down before I gagged.

I let out a moan of disappointment and doubled my efforts. By the end of the night, I was going to suck all of him down. Soon, I found a rhythm. Closing my eyes, I worked him in and out while I savored the weight of him on my tongue and the sweet salty flavor of him. His hand flexed on my head, urging me on.

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