Page 19 of Next Door Billionaire's Surprise Baby

Her scream of pleasure is music to my ears, and it encourages me to keep teasing her until she's panting and chanting my name over and over.

Her muscles start to clamp around my fingers, and I know that she's ready to receive me.

Positioning myself between her thighs, I grip her hips and start to push in gently.

Her fingers dig into my shoulders as she holds herself up despite my countless pleas for her to lay back on the bed.

I pull back slightly out of her warmth and thrust back in, relishing the feel of her inside.

"Kane…"

She's moaning loudly, but this time, I don't try to shush her in fear of anyone walking in on us. I want to hear her; I need to.

Her ample breasts begin bouncing with each thrust, and she starts moving her hips in sync with mine.

A smile creeps up my face.

Stubborn girl.

She doesn't have to do anything. She's welcome to be a pillow princess if she so desires. It's my job to take care of her.

I feel it when she begins to climax. Her thighs begin to vibrate, her screams get louder, and she holds on to me like there's no tomorrow.

I lean over to trail a kiss from her mouth to the corner of her ear before whispering, "Come for me, baby."

Her body obeys, and her release washes over her.

I don't slow my pace and help her ride out her orgasm to the fullest.

When she's done and shuddering from the aftershocks, I come…

My eyes crack open when the first ray of sunlight hits my face. Still waking up from my dream, I extend my arm out, expecting her to be lying down beside me on the bed.

But I'm met with cold, empty sheets instead.

My member is still very much erect–an aftermath of the erotic dream I just had.

If only it were real.

Half an hour later, I'm showered, dressed, and ready to take on the day. Never mind, I have a bad hangover, splitting my skull in half.

Grabbing my aviator sunglasses from my closet, I put them on and exit the house.

I arrive at my company in about half an hour and head to the elevator immediately.

The staff I pass call out greetings to me, but I ignore every single one of them.

When the elevator takes me to my floor, the first thing I do is to bark,

"Someone get me aspirin and water."

The gaggle of tittering assistants disperse in various directions, and I'm pretty sure they're on their way to hide.

Where the hell is Mike?

I push my office door open to find Mike carefully stacking documents on my desk.

"Morning, Kane," he calls out when he sees me, "Let me guess, you have a hangover because you didn't stop drinking last night even though I told you not to?"

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