Page 135 of The Billionaire's Fake Wife
Hmm.
I reach down, tear off her panties, and she squeaks. Her gaze widens. I bring the piece of silk to my face, bury my nose in it. A whine wheezes out of her.
"You enjoy that, hmm?"
She rubs her cheek against the wooden surface. "I shouldn’t."
"But you do." I drop the scrap of fabric into the pocket of my pants, then bend and kiss the reddened surface of her behind.
Her hips wriggle. I slide my thigh between her legs, spread them apart, and she stiffens.
"Relax." I press tiny kisses up the curve of her spine, making sure to keep space between me and her reddened butt cheeks.
I swipe the heavy fall of her hair to one side, then kiss her nape.
"Why are you doing this?" She shivers.
"What?"
"Being so nice to me?"
"You don’t like it?"
She blinks, "I am not sure."
"How about this." I nuzzle her cheek, then press another kiss to the corner of her lips.
"You’ve been drinking?"
"I tried, Bird."
"Tried?" The skin at the corners of her eyes creases.
I nod. "Tried to forget the memories we made last night. How you felt under me, your pussy clamping on my shaft, the slickness of your cunt as I moved inside of you, the trembling flesh of your breasts as I squeezed you, the firm indentation between your arse cheeks as I spanked you."
She swallows, the sound loud enough to echo in that tiny, infinitesimal, hair’s breadth of space that separates us. "You sound like… like—"
"A man who’s losing his mind?" I allow my lips to curl.
"A man who’s falling for me."
My shoulders go solid.
"It’s too late for that."
Her lips turn down. "Ah."
"I’m more than halfway in love with you." I peruse her beautiful features. "You are all that keeps me from sliding into some dark place.”
"Cold Mountain."Her features light up.
"Directed by Anthony Minghella." I tilt my head.
"You’ve been reading up?" She reaches for one of the books scattered on the table.
"I’ve been trying to keep up."
"So, what’s next?
