Page 68 of Billionaire's Fake Wife: A Single Mom BWWM Romance

"My soon to be wife, ever the dedicated woman. I love it," I say to her fondly.

She moves her face closer, and we kiss. Her lips feel so perfect. I can't help but run my tongue along the outline. My tongue asks for entrance, and she obliges immediately. The moment our tongues meet, we moan simultaneously. I feel myself get hotter, ready to make sweet love with her, but she pushes me gently.

I reluctantly pull away. With a look of confusion, I ask her what's wrong.

"Later. You'll be late for the interview," she says, getting up from the bed.

I let out a sigh of disappointment.

"You're right," I agree, although not liking the fact that I must hold myself back from ravishing my gorgeous wife, for the time being.

"Instead, how about we shower together?" I say mischievously, hoping that she'll take the bait.

She shakes her head, giving me a reproachful look.

"You know that we're not just going to shower once that happens," she says, walking out of the room.

"You better get ready tonight!" I shout, knowing full well that she'll hear me. Because tonight, it is on. I'm going to fuck her so good, she'll be screaming my name over and over until she passes out.

I get in the shower, alone, so that I can get ready for my interview. I decide to wear one of my usual business attires since the interview is going to be at my office.

I walk out of the room to get to my car. And by the fates, Sonya comes out from one of the bathrooms, clad only in a skimpy white towel. My mouth hangs open in awe at her beauty. Water is still dripping down her skin, and I just want to lick her all over.

She looks at me with a mischievous glint in her eyes.

"I'll be waiting for you to come home tonight," she says teasingly.

I glare at her. My dick is already hard, and it is straining to break free from my pants.

"You better watch yourself when I get home," I say, my voice husky from arousal.

She smiles, tauntingly before walking away. My eyes follow her as she walks away sensually. After a few steps, she drops her towel, giving me a wonderful view of her backside. I clench my jaw, trying to control how horny I'm getting.

I hurry to my car, not trusting myself to be alone with Sonya for more than a minute. That little minx!

I arrive at my office. Financial Times has already got their equipment set up. I notice a woman, who looks to be in her thirties, walk closer to me with a huge smile on her face.

"Grant Fields, the man of the hour. It is so good to meet you. I'm Katherine Prince. I'll be the one to interview you," she says, extending her hand for me to shake.

I give her one of my most charming smiles and give her hand a brief shake.

"It's good to meet you too, Ms. Prince," I reply.

"Oh, please, call me Katherine," she says with an easy-going smile on her face.

"Then, I insist that you call me Grant." I return.

We take a seat on the couch, ready to commence with the interview.

The cameramen get to work, taking pictures of us while we talk.

"Grant, tell us, as one of the most well sought out playboys of the United States, how does it feel to be finally settling down?" Katherine asks.

"It feels amazing. It's like I've finally found my other half. I love Sonya, and that includes her daughter, Lauralee," I say, surprising myself at how easy it is for me to say such mushy things.

"She must be an extraordinary woman to get you to settle down," she comments.

I nod.

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