Page 12 of Grumpy Bossy Billionaire Enemy

“We won’t be like them,” Henry said and held my hands. “I’ll make sure of that.”

Henry sounded like he had just made a promise to me, a promise I hoped he would keep. The waiter brought our meal; as we ate silently, we tried to avoid each other's gaze. We eat dessert with gusto.

Henry took me through his childhood journey and why he hadn't followed his family's medical career choice. As the evening ended, Henry walked me to my car. He placed his coat around me when a cold wind started to blow.

“Can I ask you a personal question?” Henry dipped his hand into his pants pocket.

“Yes, you can.” Henry stopped strolling.

“Why did you choose your ‘first night’ with me?”

“You mean the first time I ever had sex?”

Henry nodded.

“It's crazy because I don't know as well,” I responded. “I just felt drawn to you, but I don't know if I'm doing the right thing.”

“You are,” he affirmed.

“You don’t know that yet,” I responded. “None of us know that yet.”

Time would tell if we both know we are doing the right thing.

Henry held the car door open for me. "Thank you," Henry stated, watching as I zoomed into the street.

A few streets away, I realized that I still had Henry’s coat. I turned, ready to go to his house to drop it off. I parked in the nearest space I could find. Henry's driver came out and refrained from asking questions when he saw my face. I touched the electric doorbell at Henry’s front door, tapping my feet nervously while hoping to stick to my plan. A few seconds later, he was at the door, raising his left brow.

I could tell he wasn’t expecting to see me twice this evening. I wasn't expecting to see him as well. Most importantly, I was surprised to see him shirtless. I blinked a few times, trying to focus on Henry’s eyes instead of his ripped chest.

I held out his coat. “I forgot to give you this.”

Henry took the coat from me; we awkwardly stood across from each other for a few seconds.

“Do you want to come in?” Henry said as he opened the door wide.

I couldn't say no. Not when I felt like tracing Henry's torso with my tongue. Oh, what’s wrong with you, Amelia? This is not the plan! I stepped inside a well-furnished home for the second time. Henry turned his back, leading the way to his kitchen, where he promised to get me a cup of water.

“Henry?” I call his name with a slight tone of urgency, of neediness.

I had my first sex with Henry, anyway. I didn't mind having a second round with him. Henry stopped walking, turning around to see my even needy face. My breath was getting louder as Henry came closer. He kissed me suddenly, grabbing my waist like I could be even closer to him. His grab was so unexpected that I jerked when he touched me. I would have fallen to the floor, taking Henry with me. But he was quick and strong. He held my waist firmly, pinning me to him. His other hand cupped my face as he leaned in and claimed my lips, hotly and fiercely.

Every thought disappeared; all I could think about was our lips fusing. My body was willing, having a mind of its own; my lips parted, giving way to the invading onslaught of his tongue. Henry's hands caressed my hair, pulling it gently, sending shimmers of excitement down my spine. He pushed me against the wall, placing one palm above me, to continue his exploration of my lips. Our mouths fused desperately. Henry pulled me away, slipping his hands beneath me – lifting me so my legs were wrapped around his waist.

He kissed my neck, ears, and then back to my mouth while moving in tandem with me. When he dropped me, I realized that we were in the bedroom, and he was taking his joggers off. When he was done taking off his clothes, he stood stark naked. then he started taking off my clothes. He flipped me around so my back was to him and undid the zipper of my dress. He moaned softly when he discovered that I had nothing underneath it. At the moment, I couldn't decide if the sound meant that he was thrilled or infuriated.

I decided that I would find out because Henry was doing this thing with his tongue at my back; it drove my thinking to nothing but him. I didn't realize when he crouched down now; his hands kneaded my ass while he kissed them and nibbled at their flesh. I leaned on the wall for support. I felt his fingers push into me and buckled from their pressure.

I was hot and dripping. I knew he could feel it, see it. My hips pivoted sheerly with the consistent thrusting of his hands. My cries became incessant, mingling with the guttural sound of his moans of satisfaction. As suddenly as it all began, he was on his feet, his erection standing hard and poking my ass.

In one very fluid move, he shoved into me. Quick and hard. I felt a deep dive into a realm of profound pleasure; It felt good.

He felt real. Feeling him inside of me made everything seem possible in that instant. He was merciless as he lunged in deeper and faster, the sound of his cries piercing the bedroom walls, finding mine and mixing to produce a rhythm. I felt my heart bursting with love for this man. Our bodies mingling, he wrapped his hands around my waist, pushing deep into me while holding me firmly in place as the torrent passed from him to me.

My body shook, and so did his. He pulled me to him while still inside me, holding me closely, one palm on my stomach and the other positioned lightly on my neck where his breath was hot. I passed my hand to his neck; the other held his lap as we ascended into the paradise of pleasure. When it was over, my eyes remained shut. I could now hear the harsh sounds of our breathing.

Henry’s phone wouldn’t stop ringing the following morning. Henry murmured as he woke up, finding the loud phone to shut it down. Whoever was calling Henry this morning probably had something important to inform him.

“Pick your call.” I was finally awake, realizing I had to go home now.

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