Page 36 of Billionaire's Fake Wife: A Single Mom BWWM Romance

"Sure," I answer, not even bothering to look at him.

"Are you busy?" he asks again as he takes a seat in front of my desk.

"Yeah," I continue to type on my laptop.

"Oh," he pauses. "Do we have a problem, Sonya?"

I stop typing and look up at him, blankly, "A problem? O f course not. Why would we have a problem?"

I immediately go back to typing, but I can feel his eyes are still fixated on me.

"Look about the morning–"

"Don't worry about it. We don't have to talk about that anymore," I cut him off. "What happened wasn't part of the deal anyway. Let's just keep things professional between us. That's how it has to be."

"Oh, okay, if that's what you want."

Of course, he just agrees. Why am I even surprised?

We move over to the couch across my desk to discuss my strategies. We review all the details to make sure that everything is set and ready.

"You know what, with the kind of work you produce, they should have given you a promotion earlier," Grant praises.

"They already did," I tell him. Well, it was a senior position. In case he forgot.

"I mean, a more substantial position," Grant says to me.

"Thanks," I smile graciously, not wanting to break the facade that I've decided to build.

I check the time to see that it's already late in the afternoon. We continue to work on my strategies and whatnot. Somehow we find ourselves sitting closer to each other than we are earlier.

As we discuss more on what's in front of us, we simultaneously look at each other. Our faces are an inch away. Grant subconsciously licks his lips as he looks down on mine. Damn it, this is what I'm trying to avoid.

But before I could do anything about it, his lips are already over mine. Fuck.

Eighteen

Grant

What the hell did I get myself into now?

Sonya and I finally get into a mutual understanding of our relationship, casual and professional. Easy breezy, even a child could do it in their sleep.

But here I am, looking for a reason to be with Sonya way past working hours, and everything that's in my head is our night of passion together. It's basically night outside, and the room is looking ever more cozy and comfortable with each passing moment Sonya.

Her bare skin under the moonlight, the smell of her hair, her moans, everything. They are all killing me inside as I'm only inches away from Sonya.

Quick, Grant. Think of something to finally get of the room and get out of this situation, I think to myself.

But as I turn to leave, the unexpected happens again. My lips are once again all over Sonya's. I don't even remember how it happened. All I know is that right now, I am right where I'm supposed to be.

Yes, her skin, her hair, her moans, everything is still right here, I think to myself as Sonya and I make out in the middle of the room. I can't help myself but push her on the desk as we continue our passionate kiss.

Sonya responds by swatting away all of the documents and whatnot cluttered on the desk. I hear a few broken things hit the floor, but they are all inconsequential sacrifices for the moment I'm able to spend in Sonya's arms.

She lays her back on the desk and pulls my collar along with her. We laugh as I hear a thud. Sonya apparently hit her head on the desk as she pulled me to her. I pet her head and lightly kiss her forehead.

Her expression changed from laughter to predatory, just like she always does whenever she gets turned on. She puts her soft hands on my cheek as I admire her red lips on her caramel face. This time, she kisses me gently, not rushing anything.

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