Page 26 of Dr. Billionaire's Fake Marriage

He exhales hard as he goes for the belt around his pants. I lean forward to take the belt off, revealing his erect dick. I help him unbutton his shirt and watch as he yanks it off in a flash. He leans in to kiss my tummy. First, my navel, then slightly lower.

"Your body is perfect." Troy's words ring in my ears.

I am sure he tells it to all the women he has sex with. I watch as he pulls off my skirt together with my panties. He is being patient, but I am dying to quench the horniness I now feel.

When he finally removes his boxers, his hard penis stands between us. It makes me gasp, but he doesn't put his dick inside me yet. He fondles my breasts, taking turns to massage my nipples.

He smiles when I moan his name and motion for him to suck my breasts. He obliges, merging his lips with one nipple to twirl his tongue around it. He plays with the nipple with his mouth while one hand trails down to my pussy.

He gasps when his hands feel the dripping wetness, and he strokes my clitoris. His fingers don't miss the spot, like the men I have been with who never located it.

He massages it, making my vagina release more liquid. He looks down at me, and his face curves into a smile. He holds my gaze as his middle finger moves inside me. It makes me moan, so he moves his fingers in and out of my vagina.

His strokes are steady and firm; I moan out loud as he makes a curve inside my vagina. He is stopping himself from making me come yet. I arch against his hand, and he holds my spine. I want his dick now, and somehow, he knows that.

"Do you want it now?" he asks as his fingers continue stroking my clit. He moves his hand away, and easily slips into me. I take him in wholly, and his dick stretches the walls of my vagina. He moves in and out, his eyes locking with mine, as his left-hand pushes my hair away from my face. He raises my leg over his shoulder and strokes even faster. Troy can see me wince.

"Should I stop?" he asks, but he doesn't wait to hear my reply. He pulls his dick out and continues with his two fingers. This time, he finds my G-spot, and I begin to shake as he massages it thoroughly.

The next few minutes are blank as my body shakes from a climax. I take another minute to return to my senses and find Troy heading to the bathroom.

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Amelia hijacks me as I step into the hospital today.

She drags me to the storage room, where she places her hands on her hips.

"Your mother called me last night asking if you were at my place."

She squints at me. "I lied to her and told her you fell asleep after a bottle of alcohol. You and I know you were not at my place last night."

She still has her hands on her hips. She is like my mother, demanding where I have been last night.

"Are you seeing someone and don't want to tell me about it?"

I sigh, knowing there is no point in lying to Amelia about where I was last night. Troy might tell Henry, and Henry could gossip it into her ear.

Amelia looks like she is waiting for me to lie, perhaps to have leverage, knowing she is the only friend I have.

"I was with Troy last night." Amelia's face widens. She can't believe her ears. She waits a while to process what I have just told her.

“Troy? Henry’s brother Troy?” she asks in disbelief.

“When? Don’t tell me you slept with-”

I cover her mouth before she can say the next word. I fear someone may be lurking, hearing that I slept with Troy.

It would start a great scandal at the hospital. She doesn't need me to confirm her suspicion; I confirm it by silencing her.

"It was a one-time thing neither of us thought would happen." Amelia's pager beeps just in time, and I am glad she won't bother me until her shift ends.

She looks at me and tells me the conversation is not over.

"We are not done here," she announces. "I want to hear all about it when we get off work." She exits the storage room. I lean against the wall as my mind trails to thoughts of Troy.

I wonder if he is thinking about the time we had spent together last night. My senses return when my pager also beeps. My stomach flutters; I know my team is heading to the surgical room, and I must be in the same room with him.

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