Page 2 of Secret Baby for the Billionaire Doctor

The kiss is electric, and I feel a surge of emotion run through me. I don't want the night to end, but I know I have to go. I pull away from him reluctantly, my heart pounding in my chest. As we enter the hotel to say our goodbyes outside of my hotel room, the tension between us is palpable. I feel the heat rising in my cheeks as he leans in for another kiss. This time, the kiss is more intense, more demanding. His soft and strong lips press against mine with an urgency and desire that sets my body on fire.

I pull away from him, my breath coming in short gasps. "Dante," I whisper, my voice hoarse with desire. "Do you want to come in?"

He looks at me with a hunger in his eyes that I can't resist. "Yes," he says, his voice low and husky. "I want to be with you tonight."

I unlock the door to my hotel room, and we step inside. The room is dark, except for the soft glow of the bedside lamp. I turn to face him, and he pulls me into his arms. Our lips meet again, this time with a fierce passion that makes my heart race. He kisses me deeply, his tongue exploring my mouth as his hands roam over my body. His lips demand that I stay connected to him for endless pleasure. I moan softly as he runs his hands over my curves, tracing the outline of my breasts through the thin fabric of my dress. He pulls away from me, and I feel a pang of disappointment. But then he starts to undress me, slowly and deliberately. He slides the straps of my dress down my shoulders, revealing my lacy bra. He kisses my neck, nibbling on my earlobe as he unclasps my bra and lets it fall to the floor.

I'm naked before him now, my body exposed and vulnerable. His eyes eating my nipples. He takes me in his arms again, kissing me deeply as his hands roam over my bare skin. I can feel the heat rising between us, the desire building with each passing moment. He lays me down on the bed, his lips trailing kisses down my body. He lingers at my breasts, his tongue flicking over my nipples as I moan softly. I run my hands through his hair, pulling him closer to me. Without I know it, I am inserting my hands below his shirt and feeling his skin. He helps me unbutton his shirt and take it off. His muscles are very strong and his body shivers to my touch. Dante takes off his pants making it unbearable to see his hard and long cock through his thin boxers. He kisses his way down my stomach, his hands slipping under the waistband of my panties. He pulls them down slowly, teasing me with each inch of exposed skin. I'm panting now, my body on fire with desire.

He kisses his way back up my body, his lips meeting mine in a searing kiss. I can taste myself on his tongue, and it only makes me want him more. His lips massage each inch of my skin moving downwards. He plays with his tongue on my clit and now I cannot take it anymore. I start calling his name and beg that he enters me. My hands tour his boxers with the feeling of his hard cock burning my fingers. I take off his boxers and he positions himself between my legs, and I can feel his hard length pressing against me. He enters me slowly, inch by inch, filling me with his hot, hard flesh. I moan softly as he starts to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate. He's in no rush, taking his time to savor every moment.

I wrap my legs around him, pulling him closer to me. He picks up the pace now, his thrusts becoming more urgent as he drives into me. I can feel the tension building inside me, the heat rising to an almost unbearable level. He reaches down to touch me, his fingers slipping between my legs. I cry out as he finds my sweet spot, my body convulsing with pleasure. He drives into me harder now, the rhythm of his thrusts pushing me over the edge.

I come with a shuddering climax, my body writhing beneath him. He follows soon after, his hot seed spilling into me. We lay there for a moment, our bodies entwined, the heat of our passion filling the room.

As we catch our breath, he pulls me into his arms. "Ally," he whispers, his voice filled with tenderness. "That was amazing."

I smile, feeling a warmth spread through me. "Yes," I agree. "It was."

He kisses me and cuddles me close to him as I close my eyes, feeling a smile spread across my lips. And as I drift off to sleep, I know that I've found something that I never want to let go of - something that feels like home. The calmness of the city, the lively bars and the gentle hum that was coming from the humidifier in the room like my room back in Virginia. I never expected to find this special feeling on my last night in a foreign country. The night passes in a blur of passion and pleasure, and I wake up the next morning feeling sated and content. But as I look over at Dante, still sleeping soundly beside me, I feel a new hunger stirring within me.

I reach out to touch him, running my fingers lightly over his chest and feeling a thrill run through me as he stirs. He opens his eyes and looks at me with a sleepy smile.

"Good morning," he says, his voice husky with sleep.

"Good morning," I reply, my fingers still caressing his chest. "I'm not done with you yet."

He grins, understanding the desire in my voice. "I'm not complaining."

We kiss again, our passion reignited as we explore each other's bodies once more. I feel his hardness pressing against me, and I know that I want him again. He rolls over, pinning me beneath him as he enters me once more. Our movements are slow and languid, the pleasure building between us as we take our time. I moan softly as he kisses my neck, his hands roaming over my body as we move together. Every touch feels like fire, sending shivers of pleasure through me as we sate each other's desires.

The hunger within me grows stronger with each passing moment, and I find myself wanting more and more of him. I arch my back, wanting to feel him deeper within me, and he responds by picking up the pace, our movements growing faster and more intense. I can feel myself building towards a peak of pleasure, and as he thrusts into me one final time, I let out a cry of ecstasy, my body shuddering with the force of my release.

As we lay there, panting and satisfied, I realize that I've found something special with Dante. Something that goes beyond mere physical attraction, something deeper and more meaningful. Something truly special that I never want to let go of.

I look at him, feeling a sense of gratitude wash over me. "Thank you," I say softly. "For everything."

He smiles at me, his eyes shining with affection. "Anytime," he says. "I'm always here for you."

And as we lie there together, lost in each other's embrace, I know that I've found someone who truly understands me. Someone who accepts me for who I am, flaws and all. I close my eyes, feeling a sense of peace wash over me.

I wake up an hour later to find Dante already awake and by the mirror where he is dressing. As I watch him, I can't help but feel a sense of sadness wash over me. I know that our time together is coming to an end, and that soon he'll be gone. But as my phone rings, I'm forced to put my feelings aside. I peer at the screen and see that it's my twin sister, Ashlee.

"Hey sis," I say, answering the call.

"Hey Ally," she says, her voice filled with excitement. "How's Greece? Are you having fun?"

I smile, feeling a sense of warmth fill my chest. "It's amazing," I say. "I wish you were here with me."

"I know, me too," she says. "But tell me, how's the preparation for your return going?"

I pause, not sure how to answer. "It's... interesting," I say finally.

"What do you mean by interesting?" she asks, a hint of suspicion in her voice.

I hesitate, not sure if I should tell her about Dante. But before I can say anything, she starts talking again.

"Anyway, I can't wait to hear all about it when you get back," she says. "We'll have to plan a big family dinner or something."

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