Page 16 of Doctor Billionaire's Surprise Baby

“Tell me more about your passion for photography.” Thank god, I had the presence of mind to remember that. I had leaned back against the cushions, and saw a large, framed image of the rocky coastline that I now remember she told me she took and framed a few years ago. She settled back on the cushions, too, gazing at the photo, and I could see her mind going back to the place where it was taken. She closed her eyes and seemed to be transported for just a few minutes.

"I've always been fascinated by the way a photograph can capture a moment in time," she began. I could feel her enthusiasm bubble up within her. "There's something so magical about preserving memories and emotions in a single image. It’s truly a way to bottle up time and savor it forever."

"Absolutely," I agreed. "I believe that art has the power to evoke strong emotions, whether it's a photograph, a painting, or even music."

"Speaking of music," she said playfully, "I heard from Seth that you're quite the dancer."

I chuckled, a hint of color rising to my cheeks. That bastard.

"Seth does love to exaggerate. But I do enjoy dancing, especially the traditional Italian dances I learned from my grandparents."

"Your connection to your Italian roots is beautiful," she said. "I think it's important to hold on to those traditions and pass them down through generations."

"To be fair, I'm not really thinking too hard about it. It's just the way I am. Something that might seem strange or cultural to you might just be me being me. But, it means a lot to hear you say that," I replied.

"Well, I can say that I'm half Italian, but having been raised here, I feel like a bit of an outsider. It was really a gift to be able to spend some time in Italy with Nonna as a child. I know it was a hard time for my family, but Nonna never made me feel like I had an excuse to be sad. It was really a magical time."

We fell into a comfortable silence that stretched into something feeling less comfortable – I fought every urge to squirm in my seat, feeling like something was going to happen. Like we were just waiting for the flash of lightning and the crack of thunder in a storm. Electricity filled the air.

I glanced at Simone's delicate fingers wrapped around her wineglass, and watched her push her hair behind her left ear. It was like time stopped and every little movement she made was creating tingles in my gut, which was radiating downwards.

My pulse quickened, and I fought to maintain my composure.

“Simone.” I couldn't hold back. There were things we needed to talk about. I heard my voice falter a bit, and be a little gruffer and deeper than it usually is. The x-rated thoughts were swimming with wild abandon through my head, spinning faster and faster. “I don’t know if I should say this or not – I don’t want to complicate our already very complicated situation – but I’m incredibly drawn to you. Simone, you are so beautiful and lively, and – andpassionate.”

I saw her look up in surprise and her luscious lips parted ever so slightly in surprise. Those lips…

"Hugo, I... feel the same way," she replied, her words coming out in a breathless whisper.

"May I?" I asked, leaning closer, my eyes still locked on her lips before briefly looking into her eyes – desperate to findconsent. Her eyes were on fire – the color of melted gold – I was getting lost in them.

"Y-yes," she stammered, her breath seemingly hitching in her throat.

I shifted closer. My hand raised to touch her cheek, finding it incredibly soft. My lips dipped toward hers and the moment they met, it was as if an electric current coursed through me, leaving my body tingling in its wake.

With a groan, I deepened the kiss and she seemed to melt into me, grasping my tie and pulling my body closer to hers on the couch. I dropped my hand to her thigh, slowly moving it up to her hip. God, it felt so good. My other arm wrapped around her head to pull her close to me while my exploring hand reached her breast. She moaned faintly into my mouth, our tongues playing and caressing, my cock raising hell in my pants, screaming to get out and get on with it. My thumb circled on top of her bra and I could feel her nipples answering my call as they tightened in anticipation. Her arm moved up to rest on my shoulder, feeling her way around my upper back and bicep.

“Simone,” I murmured, dropping my mouth to her neck, gently nipping and sucking. Simone exhaled deeply in response. “You drive me crazy,” I whispered in Italian. She seemed to squirm and sighed as her head fell back, opening more space for me to explore with my mouth and tongue. She tasted divine.

“I want you so much, Hugo,” she said, answering me in Italian. Her voice was husky and almost unfamiliar to me. Her mind was in another space, and it was taking me with it.

Anticipation and longing swirled inside of me, sending sparks of pleasure through my body but seemingly wanting to exit out as a whirlwind out my dick. The strength of longing was something I had never felt before, and I wasn't sure I could hold it much longer.

“You are so fucking amazing, Simone. I love when you speak Italian,” I whispered in her ear.

She moaned in response, and it felt suddenly overwhelming. We were doing this and god, it felt fucking good.

“Is this what our future could look like?” My eyes searched hers, like somehow they held the answer.

“I don’t know,” she admitted, reaching out to trace lazy circles on my chest. She looked up at me with doe eyes, almost daring me. “But I’m excited to find out.”

I couldn't take it any longer and I dove in to take her mouth in mine. I was hungry for her. My fingers roamed around her back, finding the zipper of her dress. She, in turn, answered me by running her fingers desperately across my chest, searching for buttons, loosening my tie and trying to push my shirt off. Her hands ran across my chest, across my muscles, resting her hands on my back, pulling herself close to me, kissing me relentlessly, making me lose all control.

“Simone,” I growled in her ear, sending shivers down my spine. I opened her zipper and pulled the top down to her waist. My fingers found the clasp in her bra, slipping it off and touching her breasts, skin to skin. God, she was beautiful. She gasped at my touch and her head fell back in a moan. I lay her down, replacing my mouth on one nipple, playing and teasing it as she arched her back in reply. Her hips lifted up, and I took the opportunity to pull her dress completely off and throw it to the side of the couch. My hand returned to her wanting body, moving from her knee to her thigh, running a hand over her flat, smooth stomach. Simone was gorgeous and indeed, was the whole package.

She moaned a little more loudly as my mouth turned to concentrate on the other breast and my hand found her inner thigh. I grazed the fabric that covered her core, finding it damp. I could tell she was going crazy and decided it was time. Myhand went into her panties and there, I found her wet and wanting. She gasped again as I pushed in a finger, wallowing in the wetness that I found. My mouth hadn't stopped teasing her breast, but now I had started taking mouthfuls of her breast, wanting to fully take her with my mouth. In and out went my fingers; the wetness was almost too much for me.

Keeping her lying on the couch, I slipped out from under her. I saw from her face that she was completely lost in the moment, writhing with want, and I didn't want the moment to be over. I pulled off her panties in one swift movement, which shocked her into a sitting position – just how I wanted her. I knelt with my knees in front of the couch and deftly placed her legs over my shoulders. She looked at me with deep pools of desire, her gorgeous hair spilling over the back of the couch, and me so willing and wanting to pleasure her.

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