One Midnight Kiss: A Billionaire Fake Fiancée Holiday Romance
One Midnight Kiss: Chapter 22

I almost sank into him when I felt his mouth on mine, pushing away the thoughts that were screaming in my mind, screeching to be heard. I didn’t want to think about all the reasons why I shouldn’t do this. I just wanted to do it.

I wanted to lose myself in him, surrender to the temptation of his lips and hands.

My fingers bunched up in his shirt as I leaned into him. The room spun for a moment as I stood on my tiptoes to meet his heady kisses. Flashes of white exploded behind my eyelids as he reached down and grabbed my ass. I could feel his hard length pressing into me. There was something frustratingly charming about his confidence, an infuriatingly seductive quality about his scent.

I returned his kiss with a fervor ignited by our silent war of words. My mind was foggy, clouded with a haze of desire and frustration. The way he held me against the wall, his muscular body pressing into mine, it was both comforting and intimidating. I could feel his strength. That normally would be something that intimidated me, but it didn’t.

I couldn’t say I actually knew the man, but I trusted him. Suddenly, he picked me up. My legs instinctively wrapped around his waist as he walked me across the room. “What are you doing?” I asked against his lips.

“Bed.” His answer was simple.

He gently put me down and stepped back. There was a little voice in the back of my mind telling me this was my chance to thank him and then leave. I could stand up and walk out of the room.

But I didn’t want to.

I craved him. Instead of doing what I knew I should have done, I lifted my arm and slid down the zipper at the side of my dress. I stood up and took it off, revealing the matching black lace bra and panties.

The dress pooled around my feet. I watched his gaze as it swept over me, drinking in every inch of skin exposed. He took a step toward me, eyes darkening with lust. Every nerve ending in my body was on fire, humming with anticipation.

His fingertips traced a path down my arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. “You’re beautiful,” he whispered, his voice husky and low. His compliment struck me. It was honest. Sincere. It wasn’t just pretty words.

When he called me beautiful I believed him.

“Your turn,” I said somewhat shyly.

I could be a boss bitch at work, but this was different. I was ready to surrender.

He pulled off his shirt, not bothering to mess with the buttons. He stepped out of his pants and stood before me in just a pair of tiny, tight briefs that left little to the imagination. I practically swallowed my tongue looking at him.

He reached out, cupping my face in his hands. This time, our kiss was slow, deep. Intense. His hand slipped into my hair, gently knotting his fingers in the tangles. His other hand wrapped around my waist, pulling me tighter against him. The delicious pressure of his body pushed against mine was overwhelming.

I could feel myself getting lost in the feeling of him. A soft sigh escaped my lips as he slid his hand down my back, tracing the line of my spine, dipping beneath the waistline of my panties. His fingertips danced over the sensitive skin.

“Are you sure?” he asked, pulling back just enough that our eyes could meet.

“Yes,” I whispered against his lips. His sigh of relief mingled with mine as he reclaimed my mouth.

He pushed me gently onto the bed, his lips never leaving mine. I lay back, pulling him with me. The scent of him filled my senses, a heady combination of cologne and man. His skin was hot against mine, sending jolts of electricity through my veins. I knew he had a nice body, but getting to feel him, skin to skin, was better than any fantasy I might have had.

His mouth traveled down my neck, nipping and biting, marking me as his own. I gasped at the new sensation, arching my back to press myself further into him. His hand released my hair, trailing down to unhook the clasp of my bra. He jerked it down my arms and tossed it to the floor. His mouth went to my breasts, first one, then the other.

He took his time with each one, drawing out a soft, low moan from deep within me. His mouth was hot, relentless. Every flick and swirl of his tongue against my sensitive flesh sent violent shockwaves racing through me. I buried my fingers into his hair, clutching at him as he continued to feast on me.

“Don’t stop, Fox,” I whimpered, gasping for air as he moved lower down. He kissed a path down my stomach, stopping briefly to dip his tongue into my navel, causing me to squirm beneath him. His touch was rapidly stripping away any remaining fragments of control.

Then he was at the waistband of my panties. And instead of pulling them off like he had done with everything else, he paused and looked up at me. I could see the question in his eyes, asking for permission even though he knew I would give it.

“Yes,” I breathed out. “Please.”

His gaze never left mine as he slowly hooked his fingers into the sides of my underwear, pulling them down my legs with deliberate slowness. I lay bare beneath him, every inch of me on display. A soft groan tore from his throat as he took in the sight of me. He was relishing the sight of me just as much as I had enjoyed gazing at his perfectly chiseled form.

I watched as he discarded my last piece of clothing to join the rest on the floor and then he was back over me, skin against skin. The sensation of being this close to him, this intimate, made me feel bold and breathless all at once.

With a smooth movement that made me feel like he had all the time in the world, Fox was back to claiming my lips in a scorching kiss while his hand began to wander again, down and down until his fingers found the tender spot between my thighs. I gasped against his mouth, my back arching off the bed as he explored me. Every touch of his fingers sent a jolt of pleasure through me, stirring up an ache that had me writhing beneath him.

I moaned into his mouth, my hands gripping onto his shoulders as if they were the only stable thing in a world that was rapidly spinning out of control.

“Fox.” I breathed out his name again, unable to form any coherent thoughts as he touched me in ways no man ever had before. I whimpered, drowning in a sea of exquisite sensation. He groaned against my neck, the vibrations sending shivers down my spine.

“We’ll take it slow,” he promised against my ear, his breath warm and husky. “I’m going to make your body sing. Just trust me.”

His mouth moved down my jaw and over my breast. He slid down me with his hands ever so gently sliding under my thighs and spreading my legs. And then his mouth was there.

Fox kissed and teased with a slow, maddening patience that had me twisting under him. His tongue danced over the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. My whole body shivered, my heart pounding in my chest. The anticipation alone was dizzying, consuming me with a breathless impatience I had never known.

He took his time, savoring my reactions. I could feel his smile against my skin, a grin of pure male satisfaction that fed the flames already threatening to consume me. Just when I didn’t think I could hold on any longer, he kissed his way up to where I was most sensitive and craving him.

The sensation of his mouth on me was overwhelming, a jolt of electric pleasure that shot through me. My body tensed until he rested his hand on my stomach as if to calm me. His tongue slid over my clit, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me.

His delicate explorations left me breathless, my fingers digging into the sheets as he continued. The touch of his tongue was maddening and intoxicating, leaving me writhing beneath him. He was relentless, his actions designed to draw out every gasp and moan from me. His fingers had a mind of their own, tracing paths along my thighs and then adding some pressure while holding me in place.

My mind was a tangled mess of sensation and raw emotion. I felt myself being lost, swallowed whole by the fiery pleasure his skilled mouth was bringing me. The sensations flowing through my body were intense and had me on the edge of sweet ecstasy. I wanted the release. I could feel it just out of reach. Would this be it? Would I finally get to know what an orgasm felt like?

Pleasure built inside me, leaving me whimpering and blind with need. The pressure was irresistible. The coil of need gathered in intensity with every lap of his tongue. My reaction seemed to spur him on further. I writhed beneath him in barely contained ecstasy. He didn’t let up.

He pressed on, his actions becoming more urgent, more desperate as if he was as affected as I was. He kissed me deeper, suckling softly, teasing with his tongue. His hand snaked up to stroke my breast. I bucked up involuntarily against him. This time there was no holding back.

I cried out. The sweet surrender nearly had me blacking out. My body arched, spasming uncontrollably beneath his persistent mouth. The sensation washed over me like a tidal wave. It was unlike anything I had ever felt before.

My vision blurred as my mind went blank under the overwhelming force of my climax. I struggled to catch my breath as he kissed up my belly. He held his weight on his arms as he stared down at me with a satisfied smile.

I was a little embarrassed by my reaction.

“You like that?” he asked.

I nodded. “I did. I mean, that was it, right?”

He chuckled low in his throat. “Baby, we’re just getting started. Give me a second and I’m going to make you feel so good you’re never going to want to get out of this bed.”

I nodded because I had a feeling he might be right. He crawled off the bed and peeled off his briefs. Once again, I was in awe of the man’s body. His cock was large and jutting out. He found a condom and quickly rolled it down the very long length. I had a feeling this was going to be one of the most satisfying experiences of my life.

He returned to the bed, kissing my lips tenderly before lining himself up at my entrance. His gaze locked on to mine, seeking silent approval. Giving a slight nod, I showed him that I was ready.

Fox entered me slowly, an inch at a time. He was being incredibly considerate in making sure I was comfortable. He slid in until he was as deep as he could go. He stopped to allow me to adjust. I could feel the broadness of his chest on mine as he huffed out a breath against my neck and lay absolutely still. Waves of pleasure washed over me at the fullness of him inside me.

He nibbled at the flesh on my neck. His teeth scraped over my skin as he began to move. He started with slow, rhythmic strokes that left me gasping and arching beneath him. His hips rocked against mine, driving himself into me. Every thrust was deeper and more intense than the last. The feeling of him moving inside me was driving me wild.

My body was responding to him on a level I had never experienced before. I ran my hand down his back, feeling the hard muscles move and tense. His moans vibrated against my ear. Everything about him was overwhelming. Everything he did was exactly what I needed to feel good. How was it possible? How did his body hit all the right spots when no one else had been able to make me feel like this?

“Breathe for me,” he whispered as he pressed a kiss against my temple. “Does it feel good?”

“Yes,” I said on a moan. “Don’t stop.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” he whispered back, bringing his hand around to cup my face as he continued the rhythm of his hips against mine. His kisses were hungry and demanding.

The pleasure was building again, sweeping over me with such force it alarmed me. I clung to him, trusting him to guide me through the next orgasm. I was drowning in him, my senses overloaded with the heady mix of pleasure and anticipation. His rhythm increased, each thrust pushing me closer to the edge of euphoria.

“Fox,” I gasped again, digging my fingers into his hard shoulders. My nails scraped over his skin. “I need⁠—”

His mouth crashed onto mine, swallowing my words. His deep groans echoed in the small room.

“Let go,” he growled, his control beginning to slip. “Come for me.”

His command ignited a fire within me. The tension that had been building at the base of my spine exploded outward. I became a star, burning bright and fast before going supernova and bursting apart in a million sparks of light. The pleasure washed over me. Ecstasy raced through every nerve in my body. I clung to Fox, my voice a broken symphony of gasps and groans.

Fox grunted with each powerful thrust. His own climax was nearing. Watching the raw masculinity he embodied prolonged my orgasm. I watched as the cords in his neck stood out. A sheen of sweat covered his chiseled body. His rhythm faltered and then he stilled completely, his head thrown back as his release overcame him. He let out a roar that sounded like he was in pain.

His body jerked and spasmed until he collapsed on top of me. He kissed the side of my face, his breathing ragged. He held me for several long minutes. I could feel myself drifting off to sleep. My body was completely sated.

“I should go to my room,” I murmured.

“Stay.”

I wanted to. But reality was sinking in and this felt wrong. Good but wrong.

I was in bed with a man that had done something for me that no other man had been able to do. And I was thinking about the man in Paris. I couldn’t explain it, but I felt like that was the man I was supposed to be with.

Being with Fox was confusing things.