Page 62 of Dr. Billionaire's Fake Marriage

Mother leaves me with the question to ponder in my mind. Aside from professing my love to Camile, I hadn't thought about our future.

What if I am alone in all this? What if Camile doesn't want the future I had assumed she wanted? My head swirls around, and I hit it on my chair.

I entertain the idea of going on with the marriage, hoping Camile won't remember it is over. But it dawns on me that Camile doesn't need me any longer.

She doesn't need my money, nor does she need my influence. She has no reason to stay in the fake marriage again except for love.

I rub my face. The dilemma hits me more than I am prepared for. I know she has told me she loves me a few times, but it is going to take more than love to keep us married. I want her to be crazy about me. That is the only way we can fight the odds of staying married.

“Camile Howard,” I whisper, “what do I do with you?”

Camile is almost sleeping when I get home. She looks lonely on the bed as she turns to me. Her eyes are begging me to come closer. Her hips glide to me.

She smiles when she looks at me, "What kept you so long?"

“Nothing to worry about,” I say, sitting on the bed as she sits up. I am always glad I to see Camile in the house.

Now it hits me that this house will be empty when she leaves. I hate knowing she will one day leave. I hate thinking about it.

"You look worried," Camile says and searches my eyes, cupping my chin in her hand. she leans in to kiss my cheek with her soft lips. I had longed to take those lips since I met her on the rooftop.

“I will be fine,” I reply. “Ss long as you are here, I will be fine.”

Camile smiles, but I am not sure she understands me. I am not sure she knows I meant for her never to leave me alone.

She is the only thing preventing me from going insane, yet she also drives me crazy.

What's scarier is that she doesn't know all of these. I wish she could see into my head to see how crazy she makes me.

Camile's eyes fall on my chest, and when I look down, my eyes fall on her breasts. Her two full breasts fill the silky see-through nightgown covering them.

I can hear her soft heaving, and when her eyes meet mine, I know she wants me just like I want her.

Camile doesn't protest as I slip my hand underneath her buttocks, shifting her so she is more comfortable. Damn! She is so willing.

I want a sign of resistance as I take the seam of her dress and rip it open. But instead, she lets her legs spread, falling apart. So willing. Too willing. It is hard for me to resist.

I find immense pleasure in how Camille succumbs to my touch, making blood rush through my veins. Her silky attire glides apart, baring the seductive elegance of her thighs, a sight that stirs an intense longing within me.

I crouch down before her; I angle her hips so that her right leg crosses my neck.

The look on her face, her eyes shimmering with a captivating blend of longing and anticipation, reveals the depth of her desire. I tilt my head, burying it in the opening between her thighs, and I let my tongue part her center.

Her cries resonate through the room, an intoxicating melody of pleasure and surrender, as she throws her head back. Her one hand gripping firmly on the hardwood of the chair, the other in my hair, holding my head in place as I slick my tongue in and out of her.

She tastes like sweet wine, intoxicating me as I continue to slick my tongue in her, licking the moisture from her body. I savor her taste, softness, and how her thighs part, giving me full access.

Camille shivers, her body vibrating violently, her cries and moans becoming louder as her hands tighten around strands of my hair. I can feel her reaching the realm of euphoria.

Not just yet. I thought. I tear at the remaining shred of her dress, taking off her lace bra and matching panties. I pick her up, the softness of her breasts pressing against my bare chest and place her on a couch. I lean in and press my lips against hers, taking them in a passionate and possessive kiss.

She moans, cupping my face in her hands and kissing me fervently.

"Troy,"

"Yes, baby,"

"Now, please, now…."

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