Page 33 of Secret Baby for Dr. Billionaire

We danced around, and I made sure that our skin wouldn’t touch because I feared that if we did, I’d explode and lose what was left of my self-control.

Once the kitchen island was clean and the scraps of our meal were discarded, I leaned against the countertop near the sink, and I studied him as he washed the plates before loading them into the dishwasher.

I knew he was a surgeon, and it was maybe the reason why I was loving the way he cleaned. It was precise and thorough.

Standing there, all I could think about was how it would feel to be touched again by those hands.

When all the dishes were done, and the kitchen was clean, there was a pregnant silence that followed. I should probably say my goodbyes and take Sofi back home, but something in me didn’t want to. It was maybe because Ben was looking at me with lust in his eyes. Fuck, he was feeling the spark of the energy between us, too.

“Stop looking at me like that, Ben.”

“Like what?”

“Like you—”

“Like I what, Chloe?”

“Like you’re about to do something really stupid,” I whispered, and he narrowed his eyes like he was challenging me.

“You know, when you sat beside me in your kitchen earlier, you smelled exactly like you did two years ago. Like coconuts. I couldn’t help but think about that night. And that small whimper you made-- you felt the tension in the air, too, didn’t you?”

There was no point denying it.

“I did.”

“So, is it still stupid if I want to kiss you right now?” My heart rate spiked, and my stomach turned with anticipation as Ben stepped closer to me and tucked the hair behind my ears.

“It’s not. God, it’s not, Ben. You have no idea how much I thought of you kissing me—touching me. But we can’t.”

“Why not? We’re both consenting adults.”

“Because of Sofi. She’s my priority right now. I don’t have time for this whole thing, and if we do this and it doesn’t work out, it’ll be more difficult than it already is.”

“It doesn’t have to be. For old-time’s sake, Chlo. No strings attached. Nothing changes between our arrangement with Sofi. And after this,ifit doesn’t work out, we’ll forget about this whole thing, and we carry on taking care of Sofi. You have my word.”

“I’m going to regret this, aren’t I?”

“Only one way to find out.”

Then, the next thing I knew, Ben was pulling my chin up so his lips could meet mine. And when that moment started, I didn’t want it to end.

His kiss was exactly how I remembered it. Only this time, he was more eager, and he wasn’t shy about using his tongue, either.

“Jesus Christ, Chloe. Say you want this, too, baby,” he said in between kisses.

“I want this. I want you.”

“Very good.”

He pulled away from me, and I playfully bit his lip. It was good that he still had self-control left because I didn’t. I wanted to get naked and jump this man. He grabbed me by the hand and kissed my palm before pulling me along toward his bedroom.

The room was majestic, with romantic lights and plush pillows everywhere. It smelled like expensive detergent and a tinge of his nice cologne. Like the kitchen, it was tidy, nothing out of place or scattered around.

I didn’t waste any time pulling my sweatpants down, revealing my purple thong. I heard Ben curse under his breath as he examined my legs before throwing his shirt over his head. The tension and the lust hoovering in the air were impossible to ignore, and for the first time in a very long time, I was allowing myself to not think of the possible consequences of us sleeping together again.

“On your back.” His voice was firm, like he wasn’t giving me any room for qualms. He was in control. And I obeyed, removing my top and my bra. The cool air of the room made me shiver, and my nipples reacted.

“You like what you see?” I whispered, positioning myself on the bed. I massaged my breast to stimulate myself, and I heard him groan his approval.

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