Page 90 of Dr. Billionaire Playboy

"You lie," I said. I wasn't going to let it be that easy. I wasn't going to be easy.

"What can I do to prove it?" he asked.

"Think of something on your own," I frowned.

"Permission to hold your head?" he requested.

I didn't say anything, just allowed him to guide my head to his chest. His pounding heart was out of control, yet he looked so calm.

"We're both doctors; we know heart palpitations and awareness of one's heartbeat," he explained, "Ever since the surgery, it's been like this…for your sake. It's frightening, but I have no need to fear it if you'll be by my side helping me understand it."

His heartbeat stirred me… the violent thumping, yet he managed to keep his breathing steady. His beating caused my heart to move in the same manner… it hurt a lot… but he bared it for my sake.

"Why is it so hard to believe you?" I asked, my voice cracking a little, "I know you're trying your best, but…"

"It's okay, I understand," he said as he stroked my hair.

"I try not to think about it, but you have much more experience with other women," I continued, "I don't even know if they're better than I am. Heck, I know they're better. I can't help but feel insecure when I think about how you've spent the majority of your life with other women."

"I have no words to defend myself," he said. He paused then embraced my head, "But I do know one thing. Despite your inexperience, your stubbornness, immaturity, and all that. You're the only one who has successfully given me a wake-up call. Right now, I'm answering that call."

"You and your silver tongue," I sighed and shook my head free from his embrace to look up at him, "You're lucky it's working."

"I'm glad it is, but it's how I really feel," he said.

"So I've been told," I sighed, "would you mind proving it in a different manner?"

He smiled and bent down to kiss my forehead then my nose, before settling on my lips. It was a soft, brief kiss. He cradled my face in his hands and stared into my eyes again.

"Is that enough?" he asked.

"When I said in a different manner, I honestly thought you'd say more stuff. But this…" I let out a sigh of satisfaction, "Wasn't enough…do it again."

He kissed my left cheek.

"Again," I demanded.

Then he kissed my right.

"Again."

He kissed my upper lip, sucking gently on it, biting it a little then pulling away.

"Again," I whispered as I licked my lips, and my hand clutched against his collar. He did the same with my lower lip as his hands went lower and secured my waist.

"More…"

His hands went under my shirt from behind me. He captured my mouth and kissed me deeply. His soft groan filled my mouth and excited my womanhood.

“More?” He was the one who asked this time.

“Yes, please," I replied.

He lifted my shirt above my head and kissed my neck.

He got on me and kissed my neck again, biting my collarbone.

His body pressed down on me as he embraced me and continued his attacks.

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