Page 64 of Billionaire's Fake Wife: A Single Mom BWWM Romance

"Give it to me," she whispers, her face contorting with pleasure as my cock glides inside her. Our fingers interlock, our breaths synchronize, and our hearts beat loud under cover of moonlight.

I'm glad to have met this wonderful woman, and have the chance to show her my love. Just as much as the river meets the sea, I can finally be with her love that can fill oceans.

"Fuck, I'm about to cum," I moan. Sonya no longer responds, but her fingers claw deep in my back with each deep thrust I make.

"I love you, Grant," she whispers as our gazes lock.

"I love you, Sonya," I say before finally no longer able to control my body and fucking her with a beastly pace. Until one final thrust, and my mind goes numb. All my feelings pour out to her. I can feel Sonya's love as well as her body arches and shivers with mine.

We gaze at each other as we lay side by side, smiles on both our faces.

"Good night, love," Sonya whispers before closing her eyes.

She's wrong. It's the best night.

Thirty-One

Sonya

“Hmm, maybe move the flowers here, and then let’s put the backdrops over here,” I carefully instruct the wedding planner, Shea. She’s a literal godsend. She’s been able to scrounge up all the details and logistics for the wedding details in just a week and we’ve never had to compromise on each and every choice I’ve have had so far.

Shea’s a part-time college student. It’s amazing how this five foot four, caramel-skinned, long-haired little beauty can work so hard. Last night she was taking midterms, and now, she’s busy helping me plan out my wedding in the most beautiful church that I’ve ever seen in my whole life.

“That will work, Sonya,” agrees Shea, “However, if you look at the sketches in this orientation, you might find that my original plan might match the theme more.”

Holy crap, she even has the guts to question my proposals.

“Really, but if…No, you’re absolutely correct,” I comment, “Damn girl, your attention to detail is as fine as a…”

“Don’t you be cursin’ up in here, Sonya,” Shea interrupts.

We both laugh like the ex-ghetto professionals that we are.

“Oh, you are such a wonder, girl,” I compliment, “In fact, I think you’re so good, I’m thinking of offering you a job.”

Shea bows, “I am honored, Sonya. Although I have the utmost confidence in my abilities, I believe it’s only proper that you offer me that job AFTER the wedding. You ain’t seen nothing yet of what this dynamite can do.”

I laugh again, “I love it, the complete confidence in you. Very well, you have all of the details of my specifics for the wedding. I’m giving you free rein on the implementation.”

“Excuse me?” Shea asks.

“You heard me right, girl. I’ll no longer be micro-managing your work,” I confidently reply.

“I won’t let you down, Sonya,” replies Shea.

“I have the utmost confidence that you won’t,” I say as I shake her hands, “Now, I’ll be seeing you at the wedding.”

As soon as Shea leaves and with Lauralee at my mother’s, I take a small stroll down at the garden, just behind our wedding ceremony’s venue, and take in all the fresh air and greenery nature provides.

Garden is quite the misnomer, though. The place is almost a forest with walls and fences surrounding the almost kilometer square wide lot. They even have this magnificent mini-waterfall in the middle of it all, where tens of small koi swim in its translucent waters.

While I’m admiring the view, two large hands suddenly grab my waist from behind.

“Boo!” a familiar voice whispers in my ear.

“Grant!” I yell, “You scared me, I thought you were some hoodlum!”

Grant embraces me from behind, not really letting me slap him for scaring the living daylights out of me. He kisses my neck gently as if apologizing for sneaking up on me.

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