The Billionaire's Fake Date

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light nod and put h

said to me in a low murmur, and I fel

ntelligent, talking about various topics with ease. As we kept downing drinks between the two of us, he went from being an attrac

eaning into him. The alcohol i

ve way that I felt like I had no choice but to say ye

e had a driver waiting for him outside. Usually, I was used to being stuffed in the back of an Uber and then asked to split the fare. I guess t

of the backseat. Once he got inside, I moved closer to him

e night to end yet,"

didn't let it show. Instead, he slid his hand d

ep voice. His face was so close to mine t

ssed me. His lips felt so soft as they moved against mine, slowly and patiently as i

suggested, br

my lips tingle.

me. By the time the car pulled over to his apartmen

iced how eager I was. "Your generation always wants to ge

pt his hand on my waist the entire time and guided me into

d as I took in

soon as I walked in, I was greeted by large post-modern pa

ked, coming up behind me.

utiful," I b

and then took my hand. "Come wi

the door behind him. Before I could say another word, he had me pinned against the wall of his bedroom and his

to be patient," I sp

murmured in a low voice befor

up with ease and walked us both to the edge of his bed before setting me down again. He wasted no time. As soon as my body hit the soft mattress, he was on t

ds to go,

es darkened at the sight of my newly exposed skin, his breathin

ed as his eyes trailed down

hout that dress since the moment I saw you in it

ckly. I felt the hardness of his muscles under my ha