Page 25 of Dr. Billionaire's Fake Marriage

"I won't do that," I say, and she chuckles. There is silence between us now. I can hear my heart beating faster as Camile looks up at me. "Those eyes of yours," I begin, "you shouldn't look at me that way."

I stand up from the couch, my hands in my pocket. She takes her bag to her shoulder.

"I should get going," she says, but I turn to her before she can move an inch. I take her hand; we are so close that my breath mixes with hers. She doesn't protest my touch, but I know better than to ask for consent.

"Can I kiss you?"

My eyes rest on her lips.

I need her to say the words I want to hear.

"Can I kiss you, Camile?" I repeat.

"Yes."

Her voice resonates in my mind.

I lean closer and feel a chill when her lips touch mine.

I hold my breath, tasting her lips and feeling her back arch in response. She has her arm around my neck. Breathless, I feel her tongue meet mine, and she wrap her legs around my waist.

I take her back to the couch, seeing how her braless blouse shows her erect nipples.

"Do you want to do this?" I ask and smile as she nods. I am glad she wants me as much as I want her, but I don't want to have sex with her in my office. "Let's go to my house, then."

I am searching her eyes for an ounce of resistance or doubt; if so, I will stop. I don't see any resistance in her eyes, and I kiss her again. "Let's go to my house."

I take her hand as we walk to the parking lot.

I am not sure I am thinking straight but being with Camile tonight is the best thing about today.

Chapter eight

The Flowers

Camile

Troy steals glances at me for most of the trip to his house. It is like he wants to see a reaction from me: a frown on my face, or something that will make him call off the sex about to happen.

I smile at him whenever our eyes meet, and he steadies his hands on the steering wheel. My insides are wet. So wet that I fear I may have wet my skirt.

But when Troy started grabbing me as he did, I knew I wanted to see how it would end. Leaving Troy's office after that kiss will only leave me curious.

I walk behind him as we enter Troy's house. This place is different from his mother's mansion.

I had heard that Troy has a different house, but he visits his mother's house more often to ensure his widowed mother is doing great.

He offers me a drink, but I decline. I move to him as he stands by the couch in the living room. "I want to see what your bedroom looks like."

He smiles at me. "Are you sure you won't regret doing this?" I groan. I need to know why Troy is so keen on consent, but I need him inside my panties right now.

"I will regret not doing it," I say, and he moves in to kiss me.

He pulls me up, and I wrap my legs around his waist. He takes me up the stairs, turning left and pushing his door with his leg.

My eyes catch the rotating light around his white ceiling, but I close my eyes when his hand moves under my blouse. He crawls up to me on the bed and kisses me. He slowly refrains, pulling up my blouse to reveal my erect nipples.

He looks at me briefly, taking in my naked body.

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