Page 29 of Secret Baby for the Billionaire Doctor

I take Ally's hand and lead her to the bathroom. We're both so sweaty and sticky from the sex, and the coolness of the bathroom feels refreshing. Ally stands in front of me, a nervous energy emanating from her. I can tell she's excited but apprehensive, and I feel the same way. I've never been this attracted to anyone before, and the fact that it's Ally, my friend, is making me feel conflicted. I turn on the water and wait for it to warm up and I can't help but notice how beautiful Ally looks in the dim light. She has curves in all the right places, and her skin is soft and smooth. I'm already feeling a stirring in my pants, and I hope she doesn't notice.

We step into the shower, and the warm water cascades over us. I take the soap and start lathering up Ally's back. She moans softly, and I can feel her relaxing into my touch. I work my way down to her legs, taking my time to rub and massage each one. She turns around, and I see the desire in her eyes. I can't resist any longer. I start kissing her, my hands roaming over her body. She's responsive to my touch, and soon she's moaning and grinding against me. I lift her up and push her against the wall, and she wraps her legs around my waist. I'm hard and ready, and I can feel her heat and wetness against me.

I thrust into her, and she cries out in pleasure. I can feel her walls gripping me tightly, and I know she's close. I keep going, my own release building. We come together, our bodies shaking with the intensity of our orgasm. We collapse onto the floor of the shower, the water still pounding down on us. I hold her tightly, feeling grateful and amazed that this has happened between us. We kiss again, and I can taste the saltiness of our sweat and the sweetness of her desire.

We lie down in the bathtub, the water now lukewarm. Ally curls up against me, and I wrap my arms around her. We're exhausted but content, and I can feel my eyelids drooping. I kiss the top of her head and close my eyes, falling into a deep sleep. I wake up a couple of hours later and smile to myself, feeling a sense of happiness and contentment that I've never experienced before. I know that this is just the beginning of something special between us, and I can't wait to see where it takes us.

I feel a little disoriented and confused, my mind foggy with sleep. The sensation of water surrounding me slowly fades away as I try to make sense of my surroundings. It takes a few moments for me to realize that I'm in the bathtub, naked. The last thing I remember is that Ally was here with me.

"Ally?" I call out, my voice echoing in the silence of the bathroom. There's no response. Panic begins to set in as I try to think of where she could be. Did she leave me? Did something happen to her?

I quickly jump out of the tub and wrap a towel around my waist. I rush to the bedroom, hoping to find her there. But as I look around the empty room, my heart sinks. She's not here either.

My mind races with possibilities. Did she go out for a walk? Did she go to the store? Or did something terrible happen to her? I can feel my anxiety building up, and I can't stand the uncertainty. I start to feel that pain in my chest again, bringing bad memories from my past, when Geneveive suddenly left me without a word.

I quickly dress, my hands shaking as I try to button my shirt. I need to find her. I need to know that she's okay. I walk around the house, checking every room, every corner. But there's no sign of her. As I turn around, I see her standing there, watching me with a smile on her face. Relief floods through me, and I rush towards her, wrapping my arms around her and hugging her tightly.

"Where were you?" I ask, my voice filled with emotion.

"I woke up so vigorous so I went out for a walk," she says, laughing. "I didn't want to wake you up."

I let out a sigh of relief, feeling foolish for jumping to conclusions. "I was so worried," I say, kissing her forehead. "I thought something had happened to you."

She smiles at me, her eyes shining with love. "I'm here, Dante. I'm not going anywhere."

Ally

As I walk into Dante's living room in the morning, my eyes are immediately drawn to him. He looks so handsome in his house wear, and I naturally smile. As he turns around and sees me, he rushes over and takes me in his arms, pressing his lips against mine in a passionate kiss. We move to the kitchen, still locked in our embrace, and I can feel the heat of his body against mine. Dante's hands wander over my back, exploring every curve and contour, and I feel the heat rising.

Finally, we break apart, breathless and exhilarated. Dante leans in close to my ear and whispers, "I was so worried," he says, kissing my forehead. "I thought something had happened to you."

I can feel the heat rising in my cheeks as I respond, "I'm here, Dante. I'm not going anywhere."

We spend the next hour making out in the kitchen, lost in our own little world. The taste of his lips is addictive, and I can't get enough of him. When our eyes meet, I can touch his passion and desire. Dante grins at me, and I can't help but smile back.

"I think we should eat something," he says, grabbing my hand and leading me over to the stove.

I look at what he has in the fridge and as I start preparing breakfast, Dante sits at the corner of the kitchen, teasing me with his jokes. "I can't believe you're making me breakfast. I thought I was the one who was supposed to be the cook around here."

I roll my eyes at him and laugh. "You can't cook to save your life," I reply, playfully nudging him with my elbow.

We sit down to eat, chatting and laughing as we enjoy our meal. Dante is the perfect gentleman, making sure I have everything I need and constantly complimenting me on my cooking. After breakfast, we head to Dante's room to get dressed. As I change into my clothes, Dante stands behind me, admiring the view.

"You look amazing," he says, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me close.

I can feel my heart racing as I turn around to face him. "You look pretty good yourself," I reply, running my hands through his hair.

We head out to his car, and as we climb in, Alfred, his manservant, comes to the window to bid us farewell.

"Did you two have a good night?" he asks, a twinkle in his eye.

Dante grins and playfully throws a pen at him. "We had a great night, Alfred. Thanks for asking."

As Dante drives us towards my apartment, we chat about everything and anything, lost in our newfound passion. Our conversations flow effortlessly, and I feel like I could talk to him for hours.

When he pulls up in front of my apartment building, I turn to him and smile. "Thanks for dropping me off," I say, glad he brought me home.

"It was my pleasure," he replies, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

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