Page 34 of Billionaire’s Promise

“Hmm.” His groan had literally made me soak through my panties.

“I’m going to. Need to. Keep these,” he murmured, pausing in between words as his nose moved between my legs, smelling me through the thin lace.

“If you say so.” I gasped, savoring each skin-to-skin moment as he removed my panties, the only piece of fabric left on my body.

“I’m so sorry I’ve made you wait this long.” He popped his head up and watched me from between my legs.

Fuck.

I was in heaven.

My spine arched back as he leaned in, kissing me in the special place only I was allowed to touch. A shiver shot through my entire body.

He leaned in for the second kiss. His tongue went deeper and found its way down to the most sensitive area of my body. As a doctor, I knew exactly where my own clitoris was and that there was no shame in touching it. That didn’t mean men generally knew how to find it. I squirmed as an erotic moan that I didn’t know I was capable of escaping my throat.

He drew me to the edge of the bed, closer to him, and ran a finger along my thigh then to the tip of my pussy. I felt my back arch as his finger invaded me, filling me in a most delicious way. His hand worked that middle finger of his deeper inside me before pulling out, gliding through my juices until my thighs and his hand were completely soaked. I was so ready for him, and he knew it.

Kai’s pants disappeared, like he was some kind of magician, before he climbed back up the bed, pinning me underneath him and rubbing his thick cock against me.

I wasn’t sure how I was going to survive actually having sex with the sex god of my dreams.

“Oh Kai!” I moaned. My legs clung onto him tighter, bringing him closer, ready for the thrust that I was sure would send me to Mars. Then I heard it.

My 6 a.m. alarm. Damn! I knew it was too good to be true.

* * *

Every morning, I went to the gym, showered, then worked. It had been the same routine for the last few years of my boring life. That included Sundays.

It was sad, I knew that much. Though I had made it a rule not to step into my clinic at weekends, I still ended up with piles of paperwork that I didn’t manage to complete during the week.

But today, I just wanted to stay in bed.

I turned off my alarm and went back to sleep. Sadly, there was no Kai this time. The dream had been so real that it was kind of freaky. I’d had sex dreams before, and a lot of them involved him, especially after my 18th birthday. But this one was different. This one was kind of emotional, and intense, and I really thought I was going to come. Was he really that good that even my subconscious was fooled?

Perhaps kissing him the day before had made my dream more vivid. That was the only explanation I could come up with.

I had dated a few men in my life. Dannie Wu was the only one that I had been intimate with. The men that I dated after Dannie, never even got to sex. I was basically in-charge of my own needs with the sex toys I’d invested in.

My desire to sleep in was out the window. My body (and mind) just wouldn’t participate. I had gotten so used to waking up so early every day now that my body refused my brain’s choice of additional sleep. How ungrateful was that?

I opened the podcast app on my phone and listened to my favorite true crime show. I was intrigued at how addictive these podcasts were. At first, I was kind of against the idea of it – listening to the details of people getting murdered – it really didn’t sound very appealing. Once I started the first episode, I couldn’t stop. I even used it to fall asleep like a bedtime story. My family probably thought that I was some kind of psychopath.

Loud and urgent ringing made me jump. Then I remembered what that sound was – the new doorbell I’d had installed not too long ago. Some fancy bell where I could see the person at the door from my phone. I felt old for falling behind on the gadget trends – I simply did not have time to play or explore.

Who would come by at 6:30 in the morning? I put on a robe and turned on the doorbell app on my phone. I wasn’t going to answer the door without knowing who it was at this time of the day. My new doorbell gave me the option of doing that. One point to technology.

Then I saw him, Kai waving at the camera, holding a paper bag up and grinning like an idiot. I had a strange feeling inside me, butterflies in my stomach I think, or perhaps I was having a heart attack, just at the sight of him.

I checked in the mirror quickly, no bed hair. Then I headed to the door. I couldn’t help but curse him for visiting at this time of the morning, me without my makeup and pretty clothes on.

“What are you doing here?” I asked through the app as I rubbed some Vaseline on my lips.

“Let me in. I brought breakfast.” Kai showed me a brown paper bag.

Sex with Kai – even if it was just a dream – followed by breakfast. Would that count as a win for the day?

“It’s 6:30. Go back to your own house.”