Page 71 of Billionaire's Second Chance

Was I in a movie? It was hard to tell reality from fiction these days.

I left Damon and the puppy he had so generously gifted me with alone in the living room, shut and locked the door to my bedroom suite. With that, operation 'find the pregnancy test and hide it' was underway.

After shuffling through all my drawers, under my bed, and even sifting through two trash cans, the two pink lines stared at me from the pocket of my pajama pants, which in turn had been tossed into the dirty clothes hamper.

I snatched the plastic device and scratched the top of my head. What now? If I were Damon Alexander, where would I never think to look?

I dragged the armchair from my vanity across the room to my closet, climbed on top of it, and cracked open an old shoe box. Inside it quietly resided all my childhood memories, both happy and painful. I shoved the pregnancy test in, closed the lid, and climbed off the chair. When I turned to walk back, my heart jumped.

"Um, I knocked…" Damon leaned against the door frame, a smirk lighting up his face. "What's up there?"

"I didn't hear you knock," I squinted my eyes. "And I thought I had locked the door."

"I can assure you, it was open," he smiled. "What you hiding? A skeleton?"

Think fast, Ava!

I'd shut him up another way. I took a few steps toward him, examining his actions. He didn't move, just watched me. I paused before him, eyes locked in.

I stepped closer. He also took a step forward. But his hands didn’t go around my back. I rose to my tiptoes and wrapped my fingers around his neck.

He pressed me against the door frame while his hands caressed me all over. His lips tasted of long-suppressed desire. I raised my knee and pushed my hips closer to his crotch. He grabbed my ass.

He let go, stared at me, then pecked my lips again.

“I missed you, Ava.” His warm breath sent chills down my spine.

"Show me how much," I bit my lip and slipped my shirt off, exposing my bare breasts.

That's all the guidance he needed. His masculine hand reached for my breasts, and like a hungry wild animal, his lips devoured my nipples. Hi unbuckled his belt and tossed it on the floor. I lifted his t-shirt, exposing his toned, tensed-up abs. My hands caressed his chest while he pulled the shirt over his head.

Our faces buried into each other, deep kisses and heavy breathing. The savory scent of sweat and tears from the day's event oozed from our pores, intoxicating us with its brutal honesty.

We embraced one another in our most vulnerable state, rugged, worn-out, and raw. No fancy dinners, no flashing camera lights, no expensive clothes and accessories. Just us—tired and confused, each touch breathing life into the other.

I didn't even realize how we ended up completely naked. Neither of us wanted to spend another second behind cloth barriers.

I walked to my bed and extended my arm, pulling him in and welcoming him into my little universe. My Queen-size mattress was no match for his oversized King one. But it was all we needed.

I lay on my back, my legs wrapped around his waist, my hands caressing his muscular chest. In a moment of mind-clouding passion, he penetrated me. We moaned in unison, our eyes pleading for more.

Then he frowned and pulled out.

"Ava, what are you doing to me?" He accused me through heavy breathing. "Do you have a condom? I completely forgot."

I didn't respond. I grinned, then pulled him closer, held his penis, and placed it back inside me.

"It's OK, Damon. You know what you're doing, right?" I smiled.

The confused look in his eyes evaporated the moment he felt my warmth, and he pressed his lips against mine.

"I do," he whispered in my ear.

The damage had already been done. I couldn't get any more pregnant than I already was.

The built-up desperation of the days past exuded from our bodies as they clashed against each other vigorously. We had lost too much time bickering and avoiding each other. And now, our bodies were hungry, angry, and eager.

Damon thrust his hips against mine, making me scream louder and louder. The headboard banged against the wall in rhythm. Our scents mixed together, forming a magic elixir, intoxicating the air with lust.

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