Page 55 of The Next Door Billionaire's Deception

Wolfing down my meal, I glance across the table. Richard is toying with his meal. Maybe he doesn’t have an appetite. Did the news cause that?

This day was going to come – we both knew but somehow never discussed it. The few days we stayed together were memorable, but all good things end.

I’m about finished with my meal. Richard, on the other hand, has touched little of his.

“Can we get going? It's been a wonderful night, but I'm a bit tired.”

“Oh, okay. Are you fine?” I ask.

“I'm fine,” comes the reply.

The suited waiter returns to our table just as we're ready to leave. Passing a card to him, Richard whispers to him. Nodding, he leads us through the cozy premises and out to Richard’s Audi sports car, parked in a private garage.

“Are you sure you’re alright?” I ask again as we enter the car.

Richard, with expert ease, pulls out of the driveway. “Fine. Probably needs some rest, that’s all.”

We’re silent throughout the journey. I gaze out the window before glancing sideways at Richard. He keeps his eyes straight ahead.

“You’re staying at my place tonight, right?” he asks as we enter the parking lot.

“Yes. Moving back to my place tomorrow.”

Getting to his door, I reach for the key. As the lock clicks open, I turn to face Richard.

“Goodnight, Richard. Thanks for tonight. I had a really good time.” I walk towards my bedroom.

He sidesteps me, shutting the door behind him. “Not so fast.”

His dark eyes sweep over me, his handsome face looming over mine.

“I need more of you, hon’.”

With those few words Richard utters, my body heats up, aching for his touch.

There’s a deep tone in his voice that sends a shiver through me. The warmth of his body envelops mine as he draws me to him, and his touch sends tremors of excitement rushing through my body.

“I can't get enough of you as well.”

Smiling, he lowers his head and presses his lips on my neck.

“You’ve cast a spell on me.”

“You’re the sorcerer here,” I say, breathless, my hands traveling down to the bulge in his pants, “and that’s a nice wand you got there.

“Mmm. Tempting. I’ll take you here and now.”

I melt into him, giving him control.

“Intriguing. What if I disagree?”

“You can’t.” He nibbles at my earlobe. “I won’t let you.”

I open my mouth to reply and he slants his lips over mine, silencing me with a slow, wet kiss. His tongue laps at mine, and my legs turn weak like jelly. My hands travel to his hair, sliding through it, tugging.

We attack each other’s clothing, pieces of fabric flying off one after the other. He lays me on the carpet, cupping my breasts, kneading them with soft, rhythmic squeezes.

“Richard–”

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