Page 59 of The Billionaire's Off Chance

I taste the coffee on her lips and suck on it. She moans and puts her hands in my hair, clutching it. I grunt in pleasure as she rests her thigh on mine, moving it up and down. She fills my mind with excitement, and blood rushes to my member. We stop kissing for a moment, looking into each other’s eyes.

“You taste even better,” I stammer. I place a hand inside the shirt, cupping a breast and pinching a hard nipple. She jerks and curses under her breath. Her face goes red, and she lowers her eyes, blushing.

She runs her hand down my side and over the hard planes of my abs. “Ah, Lannnnce…” I squeeze her breast gently as I push her onto the bed. She rests her head on my arm and blinks as if confused. I leave her lovely, perky breast, sliding my hand over her flat belly to her tight shorts. Undoing the knot, I slip a finger in her smooth wet cave.

I look into her glazed eyes as I send the searching finger deeper into her core. She clamps down on it. I smile, bring out the finger, lick her juices, then use two fingers on her. She holds my hand to stop me. She pants, her chest heaving. I go slower, caressing her pleasure bud with my thumb.

She looks so beautiful, with pleasure coloring her cheeks and her body a taunting shade of pink. Taking off her clothes piece by piece, I kiss her thighs and breasts, appreciating her curves with my hands.

“Please, this is too much,” she stammers. Her eyes are misty, and she bites her hand to keep from moaning.

I take off my shorts and tank top, getting into bed with her. I make her lie on her back, and I hold her thighs apart to reach her core. I run my tongue up the inside of her thigh to her wet cave. She gasps, and I sink further into pleasure as I eat her out and run my hands over myself slowly. She kicks her legs, trying to close them as she jerks hard in my arms. I stop and lick my lips clean. She is a moaning, twitching beauty in my bed.

I sit upright by the headboard. I guide her to my thighs and she straddles me, her core hovering over my erection. With my hands on her waist, I lead her to gently sit on me. I slide into her warmth and close my eyes as my pleasure peaks. She’s tight, holding me inside her. She rests her head on mine, her breath coming in puffs. She cups my face with her hands, staring at me with a newfound wonder that pleases me.

Caressing her ass, I grip the round flesh and urge her to go up and down on me. She holds the headboard as she goes faster. As she rides me, her breasts jiggle. I hold them, placing my thumbs on each erect nipple. She squeaks as I thrust upward to meet her as she comes down on me. She grips my head and pulls it into her chest. She stops moving as her body jerks in my arms. She’s close, while I’m far from reaching my peak.

Smoothly, I flip us over. She’s under me while I’m on top, my throbbing length inside her. Her eyes begs for more so she can reach her peak faster. I take my time, sliding out and thrusting slowly. She places a hand on my back to pull me closer. I kiss her and continue plunging into her. She takes me in: I’ve stretched her to the size of my member. She touches her pleasure orb and moves her fingers over it rapidly as my thrusts begin to speed up.

I hold her legs further apart and thrust with careful precision as she climbs to a climax. When she yells and calls out my name, she goes quiet, her mouth open, gasping. I kiss her, fully sheathing myself inside her as I climax. We hug with sweat-sleek skin, breathing hard.

A while later, we embrace. I have my hand around her and feel her finger draw shapes on my back. “When are we having our official announcement as a couple? Apart from the obvious that we’re dating, which the media knows.” A needy tone is evident in her voice. She shifts until she faces me. “Isn’t that what we are? A couple?” She says it with a note of tension in her voice.

“You’re my woman, Chasmin. We’re not just dating; we’re a couple…if that isn’t clear to you yet.” Tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, I kiss her lips, which display a growing smile. “The world will know when I announce it officially at the company anniversary ball.” The ball has been in the works for a while. Every headquarter and subsidiary of the Rosii conglomerate will be celebrating this weekend.

“I can’t wait to let the world know you’re mine and I’m yours…without the whole drama from the past.” She flicks my nipple with a finger, smiling broadly.

“We’re past that now, I hope. We should be preparing for a new chapter in our lives.” My words are heavy with promise. It’s undeniable that I’m falling in love with this woman. I want to have her in my life beyond mere words.

“I will invite Mom to the anniversary. She rarely goes out; this will be a chance to get her out and have fun,” she says with a plea in her voice.

“Of course, she’s invited!” I reply.

A knock sounds on the door. “Dad! Chasmin?” Eric calls out. I hear the turning of the doorknob, so he can enter. Chasmin covers her mouth to keep me from saying anything and ducks under the duvet. I pull the duvet higher on my body, cursing myself for not locking the door. I expect the door to open and Eric to enter. The nanny’s voice rises and tells him to stop. After a while, we don’t hear their voices.

Chasmin peeks out from under the duvet. “Are they gone?” she asks in a whisper.

Chuckling, I pull her out. “Oh, yes. We can go back to where we were.”

She stops my wandering hand. “Go lock the door,” she commands and rolls away from me. Sighing, I get out of bed to lock the door, feeling her admiring gaze on my back.

It's the event night. Chasmin and I dress for the ball. We match in black and white. I wear a white tuxedo while she wears a black dress with white gloves. She dazzles beside me as we walk down the stairs. We’re not taking Eric along. He’ll have his nanny, Sherry, and the cook to keep him company until we return. After saying goodbye to him, we leave the house.

At the ball, we take center stage. Although the reporters try asking me questions about my current court case with Claudette, I focus on the ball and anniversary. Chasmin over time has grown into a capable woman in front of the cameras and microphones.

Inside the hall, we find rows of seats arranged around tables. Bright colors decorate the halls in the drapes and table coverings. In the center of the space, a tall champagne tower captures everyone’s attention. We make our way to the front of the hall.

We encounter my brother and his wife, Scarlett. At that moment, Lorenzo and his wife, Crystal, as well as Marie and her husband, Karl, walk in dressed beautifully for the occasion. The room rises with warm applause at their entrance.

They head over to her. “Brother,” I say, hugging Lorenzo. Karl and I shake hands with familiarity. “Sister, it’s lovely seeing you.” I face Marie. She laughs, kissing my cheek.

“Same, brother. Chasmin, I’ve missed you.” The two ladies hug and chat while I return my attention to Lorenzo.

“You’ve outdone yourself, Lance. I couldn’t be more proud. Let’s go make our parents proud.” Lorenzo grins, clapping me on the back. “Igor, Scarlett, you look lovely tonight…” he addresses them.

After warm greetings, we take the seats prepared for us. Chasmin receives a call, glances at me, and mutters, “My mom...” She rises, looking around the room. “There she is.”

“Bring her over,” I direct. She smiles, leaving her seat, heading to her mom. She is in a modest silk white gown that she holds to walk properly.

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