Page 28 of My Billionaire Casino Boss

Pretty Near Perfect - Thomas

I’veplannedthisdatedown to the last detail—and this time, I actually considered what Lily would enjoy. From Eric and my own observations, I know her favorite food, her favorite drink, and even her favorite color. I’ve made sure everything is perfect, from the restaurant to the music playing softly in the background. It’s all for her.

We arrive at the restaurant, a quaint little place that serves the best Italian food in town. I know she loves pasta, so I booked the restaurant out to give us some privacy. The look on her face when she sees the place is worth all the effort.

“Thomas, this is…this is amazing,” she says, looking around in awe.

I grin like a little kid at her reaction. “I wanted to make sure you enjoyed yourself tonight,” I tell her, leading her to our table.

The evening goes better than I could have hoped. We laugh, we talk, we eat. It’s like we’re a real couple, not two people pretending. The best part is it feels natural. It feels right.

Lily is visibly touched by the effort I’ve put into the date. She keeps looking at me with those beautiful green eyes, filled with a mixture of surprise and gratitude. It makes me feel good, knowing I’ve made her happy.

She looks gorgeous tonight—even more than usual, which is really saying something. Her dress hugs her body perfectly, and her hair falls in soft waves around her shoulders. I’ve never seen her look more stunning.

“I can’t believe you did all this for me,” she says, her voice breathy.

I shrug, trying to play it cool. “I just wanted you to have a good time,” I tell her, but the truth is, I did it because I wanted to see her smile. I wanted to make her happy.

After dinner, we decide to take a walk along the shores of Lake Tahoe. The moon is high in the sky, casting a silvery glow on the water. It’s peaceful, serene, and the perfect end to a perfect date. We walk in silence, the only sound being the gentle lapping of the waves against the shore. I glance at Lily, her face illuminated by the moonlight. She looks ethereal like a goddess descended from the heavens.

Suddenly, Lily stops walking. She turns to face me, her eyes searching mine. Before I can ask her what’s wrong, she’s closing the distance between us, her lips pressing against mine.

The kiss is unexpected, but not unwelcome. I wrap my arms around her, pulling her closer as I return the kiss. It’s passionate, intense, and filled with a longing I’ve never felt before.

We kiss for what feels like an eternity, oblivious to the world around us. It’s just us, lost in our own little world. When we finally break apart, we’re both panting, our eyes locked on each other.

Something has changed. I can feel it. The way she’s looking at me, the way her body fits perfectly against mine. This isn’t just a fake relationship anymore. This is something real, something tangible.

“I…” Lily starts, but she doesn’t finish her sentence. She doesn’t need to. I can see it in her eyes, the same realization that’s dawning on me.

We stand there for a moment, just looking at each other. The world around us fades into the background, and it’s just us. Us and the undeniable connection between us.

I reach out, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “Lily,” I say gently. She looks at me, her eyes filled with a mixture of emotions. “Thomas,” she replies, her voice matching mine in softness.

We don’t say anything else. We don’t need to. Everything that needs to be said is conveyed through our eyes, our touch.

As we walk back to the car, I find myself not wanting the night to end. “Would you like to come back to my place?” I ask, trying to keep my voice casual.

Lily looks at me, a hint of surprise in her eyes. But then she smiles, a soft, genuine smile that makes my heart skip a beat. “I’d like that,” she says.

The drive back to my mansion is quiet, filled with comfortable silence. We’re both lost in our thoughts, anticipation, and nerves for what’s the come but also the events of the night replaying in our minds.

Once we’re inside, I lead her to my bedroom. It’s a large room, with a king-sized bed and a view of the lake. Tonight, the room feels different. It feels intimate and personal. We undress each other slowly, our movements filled with a tenderness that surprises me. My heart pounds as I take in the sight of her body. We were both scrawny and awkward the last time we were together this way, but we’ve grown up. Lily’s curves are just begging to be touched, and who am I to argue? I reach out and caress her breasts, feeling their softness against my fingertips.

Her skin is hot and smooth under my hands, and I can feel her trembling as I run them down the length of her body. She breathes heavily as she takes in each new sensation that I offer her. My mouth follows the path of my hands, planting tender kisses along the way.

I slide my hand between her legs, feeling a wave of pleasure course through both of us as she gasps softly. My fingers explore the wetness between her thighs, teasing and tantalizing until she is arching into me with desire.

Unable to wait any longer, I pull her down on top of me on the bed, and she kisses me hard. I flip us so she’s beneath me and reach for a condom in my nightstand. “You sure?” I ask once I’m ready. She nods, and it’s all the ‘yes’, I need. I slide into her and groan at the feeling of her heat surrounding me. I kiss her and she gasps into my mouth and clutches my back, and I swear to God, I might just be in love. We rock together, moving more urgently with every passing second. I want to make this last forever, but it’s too much—she feels too good. I duck my head to kiss her breasts, and when she bucks her hips up against mine, we go over the edge together.

Afterward, we lie in bed, our bodies tangled together. Lily rests her head on my chest, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on my skin.

In the quiet of the room, our bodies still tangled together, Lily breaks the silence. “You know, I’ve always wanted to stand on my own two feet,” she says, her voice soft. “To make a name for myself without relying on my family.”

I turn to look at her, her face illuminated by the soft glow of the moonlight streaming in through the window. “I know. I get that sense from you,” I tell her, my hand reaching out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “You’re so strong. I have no doubt you’ll do everything you’ve ever dreamed.”

She smiles at that, a small, genuine smile that makes my heart flutter. “Thank you,” she says, her fingers tracing patterns on my chest. “That means a lot.”

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