Page 32 of Billionaire's Fake Plus One

He placesa soft kiss at the nape of my neck. “Then it’s a good thing we have nowhere to be tonight, don’t you think?”

I turnmy head to face him. Somber, amber eyes meet mine. “We’re going to turn to prunes,” I say. I haven’t even started talking, and I already feel so exposed under his watchful gaze. I’d feel better if our naked bodies weren’t plastered against each other in the tub while I share my most sacred life stories.

He wordlessly gets out of the tub and extends a hand to help me out. He picks up a towel from the shelf and gently pats my body until I’m dry. Then he picks up a towel for himself, and I use the opportunity to go to our room. I put on some sexy underwear and Lucien’s shirt that I had folded on the bed before we entered the bath.

Lucien walks out naked;and despite how many times I’ve seen him like that, I’m still a little shy and quickly avert my gaze. He chuckles softly but doesn’t tease me. He enters the walk-in closet and comes out wearing flannel shorts. He walks to the bed and gets under the covers. “Come on,” he beckons, patting the space next to him.

I smileas I climb into the bed next to him, and he wraps his arms around me, pulling me closer. He places a soft kiss on my head and just waits. He doesn’t try to nudge me to start talking or prompt me. He just sits there with his arms around me, letting me lean on him like he knows the story I’m about to share is a tough one.

I takein a shuddering breath and begin. “My mother met him when she was not much younger than me, twenty-one. He was a handsome and cocky law school grad who had just gotten his first job as an attorney. He was from a wealthy background, of course. Mom told me his name, but it wasn’t important enough to remember. I didn’t care about him, and I still don’t.” I stop, swallowing the ball of emotion rising in my throat. Lucien squeezes my arm softly, and I give him a small smile before I continue.

“He wasa regular at the restaurant she waitressed at, and he swept her off her feet with his charm and money. They began a whirlwind romance, and almost a year later, she got pregnant with me, and he proposed. His parents didn’t approve of her, of course.

Rich people rarely let their kids marry someone from the other side of the tracks.

They gave him an ultimatum. Either get married to Mom and get nothing from them or drop her and get his inheritance. He chose the latter.”

My heart squeezes painfullyas I try to imagine the world of hurt she must’ve been in. She must’ve been so lonely. Lucien’s fingers sink into my hair, and he massages my scalp soothingly.

“Mom first got diagnosedwith Takotsubo Cardiomyopathy when she was still pregnant with me. It’s a rare heart condition that results from intense physical or emotional pain - like heartbreak. She almost lost me and had to be hospitalized for several months. When I was born, she reached out to him, but he only sent her a paycheck. Rather than return out of pride, she used it to clear most of her hospital debt and saved the rest for me.” My lips quirk up a little. Mom was all about self-pride but she always said, “Never cut off your nose to spite your face.” She knew she needed the money, and though it must’ve been a little humiliating, she used her common sense and kept it.

“When I was two,her symptoms resurfaced, and then again when I was eight. She never really recovered from her heartbreak, and the illness just kept coming back. It was too much, and her heart muscles subsequently got weaker and weaker over the years… until two months ago when her heart just failed.” My voice breaks and hot tears spill down my cheeks. Before I can tug myself away from him, Lucien leans back and gently brushes the tears away, placing gentle kisses over my eyelids.

He doesn’t sayanything at all. Just continues to trail soft kisses down my neck when I tilt my head to allow him more access. He continues his peppering of kisses down my chest to my stomach. I begin to pull my shirt over my head, and he takes over, tossing it over his shoulder. He moves to the edge of the bed and yanks my feet until I’m lying flat on the bed. I spread my knees, an open invitation for him to continue the much-needed distraction.

He placesa soft kiss at the apex of my thighs, over my panties, nuzzling and nipping at my clit until my panties are soaked. Then he slowly peels them off and replaces his attentive gestures with his tongue on my hot skin.

His fingers stroke my center,and he slowly inserts his index and middle finger inside me. I moan, tipping my head back until it sinks into the pillow as I clench around him. He thrusts his long, skilled fingers in and out slowly, while his tongue circles my swollen clit, over and over, until I’m whimpering his name as I come.

He placesone last kiss on my thigh, playfully nipping before climbing beside me on the bed. He curves around me, dragging me into his arms until we’re spooning, his thick, erect cock pressing into my back. “What about you?” I murmur sleepily.

“I think I’ll be alright,”he replies dryly before placing a light kiss to the side of my neck. “Go to sleep, love. I’ll tell you what you want to know in the morning.”

I closemy eyes with a soft sigh and fall asleep with a smile on my face, ignoring the alarm bells ringing in my head.

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When I wake,Lucien is still sleeping, so I take a moment to watch him. Who even looks that good while sleeping? He’s on his back, his face relaxed and his breath coming out softly. I gently run my fingertips through his hair, not wanting to wake him. My heart clenches tightly. How can he mean this much to me so soon? I shake my head, dislodging the thought. We’re going back to Bainbridge Island this afternoon. I will switch back to reality and become cautious then.

My fingers tracehis brows gently, and his eyes flicker open. I slowly trace a path down his face, his neck, and over his defined abs. When I run my fingers down the deep V lines that lead into his shorts, a tingle runs down my spine, and I glance up. His tawny gaze snags mine, and my breath catches.

“Good morning.”He murmurs huskily.

My lips tip up,and I bend over to place a soft kiss on his upper abdominal muscles, while maintaining eye contact. His eyes narrow, but he doesn’t protest. He jolts against me with a soft murmur when I grab his length beneath the soft fabric of his pajamas. I continue to trace wet kisses down his rippled abs and move my hand up to his waistband to push the fabric down.

His large cock springs free,and I jump back as it nearly hits my face. Lucien chuckles. “Don’t be scared.” My eyes narrow until I’m staring at him through slits. Then I wrap my hands around him. He’s warm, smooth and thick, and so wide that my fingers don’t touch as I circle them around him.

I useboth hands to grip him firmly, then slowly begin moving them up and down, up and down. He swallows hard, his Adam's apple bobbing sexily as he tips his head back. I smirk at him and bend forward to bite the soft flesh of his neck.

He thrustshis hips into my hands. “You’re killing me, baby,” he rasps as I do it again. I move around on the bed until I’m straddling his thighs, then I bend forward to place a kiss on his dripping cock. I lick my lips, enjoying the tangy, salty taste. His eyes are molten lava, and his long fingers sink into my hair.

I half expecthim to push me down, but he doesn’t. His hands are just loosely clasped on my scalp as he watches me. I tighten my grip on him and slowly drag my tongue down his length like a lollipop. I do it over and over until he tightens his grip on my head and bends me to his cock.

“Suck,”he commands breathlessly. I smirk at him, my stomach tingling at making him lose control. I open my mouth around the head, rolling my tongue around it. I suck, hard. His grip on my hair is painful, and he directs my head, showing me exactly what he needs - pushing me down until I’ve taken as much of him as I can.

I resist his grip,moving my head up a little. I suck him all the way to the tip, releasing him with a pop and taste his pleasure in my mouth. When I glance up through heavy lashes, his eyes are one me. He reaches forward, letting his hand caress my hair and face.

He’s staringat me with a strange mixture of lust and tenderness, and my heart swells dangerously. Keeping my gaze locked on him, I bend back down, this time sucking furiously, moving my hands in time with my mouth. I don’t stop until he’s growling my name, his eyes never leaving mine. His hand tightens further in my hair as he comes. Hot semen coats my tongue in short spurts, and I swallow until he has nothing left to give.

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