Page 41 of Dr. Billionaire's Fake Marriage

I return to making magic with my hands, moving away from her right nipple into her panties. My dick grows harder when I find her wet pussy. "You are ready for me, I see" I mock. I want like that until she gets off.

"Yes, I am ready," she whispers, and she protests when I pull back to remove my pants. She finally opens her eyes, looking down at my erect member and raising her legs to make yanking off her own panties easy. I lean in to kiss her belly, then go back to her breasts. Somehow, she finds my dick between her legs, and she impatiently pulls it into her pussy. She moans my name again, this time louder.

Her fingers dig into my back as I stroke her. She is like an endlessly flowing river, welcoming me. She moves rhythmically, her breath hot and heavy. A smile forms on her radiant face. I smile, too, as I feel myself coming. I grunt, pulling myself away, feeling my dick fall onto my thigh. I feel her shaking beside me. She has had her orgasm and doesn't hear me when I call her.

I hold her hand, stroking her hair as she slowly opens her eyes. "Orgasms are not part of the contract."

I hear her chuckle, and I kiss her on her forehead. I stroll to the bathroom; she is sound asleep when I return.

*****

I pull Camile closer to me as I wake up. She doesn't resist, but she doesn't turn her head to me, either; she only pulls my arm across her chest.

I expect some sort of post-sex clarity from her - or me - this morning, but I don't find it.

She snuggles against my body, and I hold her tight. I can't believe I am the first to break the rules I had made for Camile.

I don't regret it nor regret knowing it will happen again.

"Hey," Camile's voice, and smile, bring me back to earth.

“We may have to stay indoors today if you keep smiling at me like that,” I say, watching her face flush red.

"Last night, we -." She starts to talk, but I cut her off.

“Yes,” I respond, “we had sex last night, and it was amazing.”

Her face falls on my bare chest. She is still naked under the sheet. I reach to find her hand. "I don't regret what happened last night, and I am not going to apologize." I assure her. "And I don't regret what will happen in the future because I don't think I can resist your tempting eyes anymore."

I kiss her as she rolls out of bed to prepare for her shift. "You know I can help you take the day off if you want," I offer. "I am the boss, and you won't have to explain it to anyone."

Camile shakes her head. “I need to go see Mom after my shift,” she protests.

"I can take you to her place," I say, but she shakes her head, no.

“You can come pick me up,” she counters. She has the sheet around her now.

I raise my brows, wondering if she will take the sheet with her to the bathroom. "You know, you can go naked around me, right?" I say. "I mean, we just had sex." Camile turns to me, and slowly drops the sheet. "I like it better when you are naked."

I watch her stroll into the bathroom. Her perfect body is still in sight, and I can feel my heart throbbing.

I want to deny what I feel right now because I know it isn't mere admiration. It is something more.

I may already be in love with Camile. From how she turns and casts one last glance before finally entering the bathroom, I am afraid the feeling may be mutual. Camile is in love with me.

I stall when she comes back to get dressed. She asks if I will go to work with her, and I tell her that I have a stop at Henry's. I let her leave the house without me. I might be better to have her away from me for a while. Maybe that is all I need to know how I feel.

I start to prepare for work as soon as Camile leaves, and I see her a few times at the hospital.

I watch her get off work from my office window. I understand how much I don't like it when she isn't around me.

I decide to fulfill my promise to her. I am going to pick her up from her mother's house.

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I find the door open after knocking on Camile's mother's door for a few minutes. "Camile?" I say, but no one seems to be home.

I am about to retreat when I hear voices from the back of the house.

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