Page 12 of Secret Baby for the Billionaire Doctor

The conversation between Dante and I takes a romantic turn. We speak about our past relationships and what we’re looking for in a partner. It’s clear that we have a lot in common, and the chemistry between us is undeniable. It’s amazing how quickly we click with each other. Before I know it, we’re leaning in for a kiss. The moment is magnificent, and I am feeling the sweetest emotions of my life.

"Do you want to come with me?" Dante asks me after we pull away.

I look at him, a smile spreading across my face. "Yes, I do."

He holds my hand and leads me out of the bar, the cool night air hitting us as we step outside. We make our way to his car, and he opens the door for me, watching me climb inside. He walks over to the driver's seat and slides in behind the wheel, turning the ignition.

As we drive to his place, Dante and I talk about everything and anything, laughing and joking like old friends. We pull up to his apartment building, and he parks the car in the lot. As we walk up to his door, I am reminded with the time in Greece and how he handled my body. I hadn't been with anyone since Dante, and I was excited to see where the night would lead.

Finally, I lean in to kiss him. Dante responds eagerly, his tongue slipping into my mouth as we kissed deeply. I take a deep breath as he pulls me closer to him, feeling his body against mine. His lips were inviting, and I can’t resist the desire to engage deeply with him as he continues to kiss me.

Without breaking our kiss, he reaches down and ran his hands along the hem of my shirt, lifting it up to reveal my stomach. His fingers trail over my skin, and I know that he wants me just as badly as I want him.

Without warning, he picks me up and carries me over to a wider couch. He lays me down gently then kisses me again, his hands roaming over my body to my jeans. I moan softly as he slips his hand inside my panties, and I can’t help but stare at him, the fire in his eyes and the handsomeness he exuded. I want him so badly and I can’t wait for him to get in as his tongue plays in my groin and teases my folds. I can feel myself getting even more turned on.

Finally he pulls down his own pants, revealing his hard cock. Here, I cannot resist but grab it inside my mouth and the taste is as lusty as Dante’s desire for me. I can feel he is very close to coming so I let go of his cock. I watch as he positions himself between my legs and slowly pushes inside me, I moan loudly as he begins to thrust, the intensity building with the motion. We both take no time to reach our climax and scream in pleasure.

We lay there, wrapped in each other's arms, talking about everything and nothing at the same time. Dante starts telling me about neurology and how it is related to Greek mythology, linking the two subjects seamlessly. He tells me about the Greek god of medicine, Asclepius, and how he was known for his healing abilities. Dante explains that Asclepius' daughters, Hygieia and Panacea, were associated with cleanliness and the art of healing, respectively.

As he continues to talk, I’m captivated by his knowledge and passion for the subject. It's clear that he's spent a lot of time studying this and I want to learn more. I listen to him with rapt attention, fascinated by the way he weaves his words together to form a beautiful tapestry of knowledge.

He then tells me a story of how he once met a young, beautiful girl named Ally in Greece and how they made love in her hotel room.

I look up at him, surprised. "How did you know it was me that came with you and not Ashlee?" I ask, my heart racing.

Dante smiles down at me, his eyes filled with love and tenderness. "Because, my dear, you are the only one who has ever captured my heart in such a way," he replies, his voice soft and gentle.

Warmth spreads through my chest, and I snuggle closer to him, feeling safe and loved in his embrace.

As we lie there, wrapped in each other's arms, Dante tells me more stories of his travels through Greece and how he has come to love the country and its people. He tells me about the myths and legends that have shaped its history and culture, and how they are still relevant to this day. I listen to him with wonder and amazement, feeling myself falling deeper and deeper in love with him.

As the night wears on, we make love again, this time with a deeper connection and understanding of each other. And as we fall asleep in each other's arms, I know that I have found my soulmate in Dante, and that our love will endure through time and space.

Chapter seven

Dante's Insecurities

Ally

AsIwakeup,I find myself staring at Dante, who is still sleeping soundly next to me. I can't help but think back to the incredible night we had together, and I feel a warm rush of desire wash over me again. I lay there for a while, just watching him breathe, and I start to imagine what it would be like to wake him up with my lips, to feel his body stir under my touch. But I don't want to wake him just yet. I want to take a moment to bask in the memory of the night before.

Quietly, I tiptoe out of bed and head to the bathroom to take a shower. I turn on the water, making sure not to make any noise, and step into the warm stream. As the water cascades over me, I can't help but think about the way Dante's hands felt on my body, the way he kissed me with such intensity.

After my shower, I head to the kitchen to make breakfast. I want to surprise Dante with a special meal, something that will remind him of our time in Greece. I decide to make a Greek omelet, filled with feta cheese, olives, and spinach.

I start by whisking together four eggs in a bowl and adding salt and pepper to taste. I then chop up a handful of spinach leaves and mix them in with the eggs. I pour the mixture into a frying pan and let it cook over medium heat. As the omelet cooks, I sprinkle crumbled feta cheese and sliced black olives over one half of it. I got lucky to find most of the ingredients in the fridge. I then use a spatula to gently fold the other half over, creating a half-moon shape. I let it cook for another minute or so, until the cheese has melted and the eggs are set.

I plate the omelet and garnish it with a sprinkle of fresh parsley. I then pour myself a cup of coffee and sit down at the kitchen table to eat. As I take my first bite of the omelet, I'm transported back to Greece. I can almost taste the salty sea air and feel the warmth of the sun on my skin. I smile to myself, feeling grateful for the amazing experience I had with Dante there. The memories of our time in Greece fills me with joy.

As I eat, I can't help but think about him. I wonder what he's dreaming about, what he's feeling. I think about the way his body felt against mine, the way his lips tasted. I feel a surge of desire once more, and I know that I want to make love with him again. After finishing breakfast, I clean up the kitchen and head back to the bedroom. I cover Dante’s plate to make sure that it stays as fresh as possible until he wakes up.

I quietly tiptoe back into the room, trying my best not to make any noise. Dante is still sound asleep, and I can’t resist staring at him for a few moments. His body is perfectly built. He is tall and has broad and strong shoulders. His hands are soft but very strong. I melt when the feelings of his embrace travel from my toes up to my head, torturing my soul. The mere sight of his face makes my panties drop. The memories of the previous night come flooding back, and I naturally fantasize about the amazing sex we had. I shake my head, trying to clear my thoughts, and make my way to the living room where my clothes are.

I quickly put on my clothes, taking one last look at Dante before I left. I don’t want to wake him up, so I make my way out of the apartment as quietly as possible. As I open the door, I almost run into a man who was standing outside. He’s dressed in a smart suit and tie, with a pleasant smile on his face.

Alfred, Dante's manservant.

"Good morning, Miss," he greets me warmly.

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