Page 43 of Secret Baby for Dr. Billionaire

“Do you want to come right now?”

“Yes. Yes, please.” I grind against his hands.

“Tell me this isn’t a one-time thing first.”

“What?” My brain was loopy at this point. I didn’t understand what he was talking about. Yet he was still relentlessly moving inside me and had no plans to stop until I answered him.

“You and I aren’t a one-time thing. We can never be one.”

“Shit. Your fingers feel so good inside me.”

“Answer me.”

“You and I aren’t a one-time thing, Ben. God. We’ve settled that already.”

“I want to hear it from your mouth. I want you to hear you say it.”

“I lose all my willpower when I’m around you. We could never be a one-time thing even if we tried.”

“You and me both, babe. Now come. Come all over my fingers like you did two years ago.” And I did, convulsing on his lap like a mad, heavily satisfied woman.

“C’mon, girl.” He slapped my pussy once, and I yelped at the jolt of pleasure that electrocuted my body.

As I was panting on top of Ben, I saw him bring his hands to his lips and clean off the residue of my cunt. The groan of satisfaction that vibrated in his throat almost made me come again.

I lowered my legs, finally deciding that wearing underwear to this event was pointless. So I removed them in one fast motion before folding them nicely and tucking them in one of his pockets.

“Wise little vixen.” He planted a long, hard kiss on my lips just as the car came to a halt, the murmured commotion from outside becoming audible.

Shit. We were here. And I was still a mess. I brought my ass back to my seat and tried to retouch my hair and makeup. Thankfully, when I opened my compact mirror, nothing except my flushed lips was out of the ordinary. He really was good.

“I’ll be beside you all the time, okay? Squeeze my hands if you want to leave early.” He wiped his hands with a wet wipe and offered me the pack. I cleaned my hands as well as my thighs. And as I was doing it, I felt his heavy gaze.

I threw the tissue in the bin by the center console, and I heard him clear his throat. Looking up, I saw he looked as neat as when we left our building earlier.

“Ready?” he asked. But when his lips moved, I saw something glisten on the corner of his lips.

“Ben.”

“Yes?”

“You have something—” Ah, what the hell. There was no point in telling him. Instead, I brought my thumb to wipe it off and sucked my thumb dry. It was mine anyway.

“Filthy little thing. Now c’mon.” Then he left the car first, and I waited until he had opened my door, his hands outstretched. And I brought out my naked legs first for the dozens of cameras flashing behind Ben. The look on his face told me he was impressed.

Chapter fourteen

Ben

Asalways,thepartylooked breathtaking when we set foot in the foyer of my family home. The air was alive, oozing with refined luxury under the delicate glow of crystal chandeliers casting a warm light in the main hall. Tasteful floral arrangements adorned each corner, emitting an intoxicating blend of fragrances as the rich, velvety notes of classical music played softly in the background.

Everyone was dressed exquisitely, scattered and chattering across the polished marble floor: men in sleek tuxedos and perfectly knotted ties and women in sophisticated dresses cascading down like liquid silk.

My mother’s gala was classier and more lavish this year compared to the annual Christmas-themed events she had hosted before. This time, there wasn’t a giant tree decorated with all the reds and golds in the world in the middle of the dancefloor. In its place was a string quartet playing the most beautiful melodies I’d heard in a while.

Beside me, I heard Chloe’s faint intake of breath as she took in the sight in front of her. I didn’t have to survey the room to know that she was the most beautiful person here, and in no time, she’d be the most talked about, too.

“This place is beautiful,” she sighed, her voice sounding like she was in a daydream.

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