Page 23 of Secret Baby for a Damaged Billionaire

“Emily…,” I whisper, my voice gravelly with a yearning I can’t hide. She surges up, claiming my lips with hers, our mouths moving together as if they were always meant to.

Our hands move urgently, tugging off our clothes as we stumble down the hallway toward my bedroom. Our bodies crash through the door, and we fall onto the bed. It feels like an oasis beneath us, and I’ve never been more aware of the contrasts between Emily’s soft skin and the masculine design of my room. It’s as if she’s brought a missing piece of myself into my life, a balance I didn’t know I needed until now.

I pull her close, my heart thundering as we kiss with urgency. Her body is electric beneath me, and I want to devour her entirely. My hands move all over her, exploring the curves of her body while she moves her fingers along my chest.

We pull away and I look into her eyes, blazing with a passion that thrills and terrifies me.

“Emily,” I whisper, my fingertips tracing the curve of her cheek. “You have no idea what you do to me.”

“Show me,” she murmurs, her voice low and sultry.

Our lips meet again, and this time there is a newfound intimacy in our touch. I feel my heart swell as I hold her close, feeling the warmth of her breath on my skin and realizing a ravenous part of myself I’d never known existed.

“I want you so bad,” I breathe, my voice husky with desire.

I stand up beside the bed, looking down at her with smoldering eyes.

I grab her off the bed, my fingers grazing the zipper of her jeans. She stops me, and I watch as she slips out of her remaining bits of clothing, standing just in her lace panties. My eyes trail along her body and she watches me, unafraid.

Kicking off my pants, I pull her close and kiss her again in an embrace filled with desire and passion. We move back to the bed, lying together entwined in each other’s arms. As I kiss the sensitive skin along her neck, she gasps my name. In response, I whisper, “Tell me what you want.”

“Make love to me,” she breathes.

In this moment, I know exactly how to make her feel alive.

My hands move lower, cupping her breasts, and my thumbs rub her nipples as they harden. I can feel her back arching with anticipation as I explore her. I kiss her lips, then move to her neck, and then to her breast, where I suck on her nipple, feeling the wave of pleasure ripple through her body as she lets out a moan. Hooking a finger around the lace of her panties, I pull them off her and move down between her legs, kissing a trail lower and lower until my tongue finds its way to the most sensitive part of her. I push her legs open wider, seeing every part of her, and nearly explode.

I tease and lick her hot flesh, pushing her closer and closer to the edge with each stroke as she lifts her hips and moans in pleasure. Teetering on the brink of bliss, I want nothing more than to join her in this moment. So, I rise and hover over her, kissing her neck softly.

“You’re so beautiful,” I pant. “I want you more than anything.”

And as she lifts herself to me, wrapping her legs around my hips, I push myself inside of her slowly and she gasps, driving me wild. With each thrust becoming increasingly urgent, our bodies move together in perfect sync with desire threatening to consume us. My hands move up to caress her face as our heavy breathing fills the air. This is what it means to be alive.

I lick my fingers and slide them down between her legs. I feel the energy radiating from her as she quivers in anticipation. I tease and flick her sensitive spot, pushing her higher and higher with each thrust until she finally erupts in gasps of pleasure.

Her body trembles as I follow, calling out her name before letting out one last gasp of blissful satisfaction. We stay entangled for a few moments as we recover our breath, then I kiss her tenderly before rolling over and wrapping my arm around her body.

“You’re incredible,” I whisper in her ear. “Stay with me tonight.”

Chapter Eleven (Emily)

I blink my eyes open, the soft morning light filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Lucas’s bedroom. My heart pounds in my chest as I remember our passionate night together. He was the perfect lover, treating me like I was so special and taking care of me in every way. But then uncertainty creeps in like a thief. I wonder if he wants me to stay or if I should just slip out.

I cast a glance towards his mahogany dresser, my eyes instantly drawn to the scattered remnants of our late-night feast from Rebecca’s Bistro. Crumpled napkins and empty wine glasses hold the evidence of our messy enjoyment, making me smile. It was the best nightcap for the activities that had distracted our hunger, proving we were ravenous for each other instead.

I can’t help but feel vulnerable now, though, knowing how closed-off he can be, and knowing our loyalty to Chloe. I carefully slide out of bed and pull on my jeans, trying not to disturb him. There’s just no way I could handle a cold shoulder or any sign of regret from him.

As if he possesses some uncanny intuition, his eyes suddenly blink open, piercing through the dimness of the room.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he says with a sleepy drawl, his eyebrow arching in amusement.

“Uh, I was just….” Caught off guard, I stammer, searching for words.

“Trying to sneak away from me?” He raises an eyebrow, amused. “Get back here.” His arm opens invitingly, encouraging me into the comfort of his bed.

Not one to argue with a former Navy SEAL and having learned my lesson on the mat in his living room, I obey and crawl back into bed. He pulls me close and plants a lingering kiss on my lips—his way of making it clear that he wants me to stay. My heart swells as relief washes over me.

“Let’s make breakfast,” he suggests, a playful glint in his eyes. “I’ve been told my omelet skills are lethal.”

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