All Chapters of FAKE DATING WITH BENEFITS: MY BILLIONAIRE BOSS: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

~ SIMON"These are my three treasures!"Abby handed me her phone, and I found myself staring at three faces—two boys and a girl, all dark hair and green eyes, all wearing the same mischievous grin I remembered from their mother at seventeen."This is Jack," Abby said, pointing to the oldest. "He turned ten last month. Already taller than me, which is getting ridiculous. And this is Sam—he's eight and convinced he's going to be an astronaut. And this is Lily. She's five and already running the household." She laughed, shaking her head. "She's got my mother's mannerisms down. It's terrifying.""Mother?" I looked up.Abby's smile flickered for half a second. "My mom. She's been... helping. Since the divorce." She shrugged, trying to keep her tone light. "It's been an adjustment. But we're getting through.""They're beautiful," I said, and I meant it. "I can't believe they're so... big.""They grow too fast." Abby took the phone back, her fingers brushing mine. "Too fast. Some morni

~ JAMIESimon disappeared into the kitchen and came back with a bowl of strawberries, settling in next to me with that casual arrogance that made him so infuriating."Didn't peg you for the type who stays late with the boss," he said, plucking a strawberry from the bowl."I'm making an exception." I reached for one, but he pulled the bowl away."Ah-ah. I'm the one feeding you." He brought the strawberry to my lips, and I froze."Simon...""Come on, Counselor. It's a strawberry, not a grenade."I opened my mouth reluctantly, and he slid the fruit between my lips with an embarrassing slowness."Good?" he asked, his voice dropping an octave.I swallowed. "It's a strawberry.""Your ears are red.""They're not.""Your ears are so red they're practically glowing." He tilted his head, a wicked smile playing on his lips. "Does my proximity make you nervous?""Your proximity makes me want to throw this bowl at your head."He laughed, that low, genuine sound that always caught me off guard. "I

~ JAMIEHis tongue found my clit and I forgot my own name."Simon—""Shh." His hands gripped my hips, holding me in place. "Let go."I closed my eyes, overwhelmed. His mouth was everywhere—teasing, tasting, devouring. Every stroke of his tongue sent electric shocks up my spine, and I couldn't stop trembling.He ate me like he was starving, like I was the best thing he'd ever tasted. Like he wanted this as much as I did.His tongue circled me, and the pressure started to build in my belly, spreading like fire. I'd never—I'd never felt anything like this. Not once. Not ever.But Simon was here, between my thighs, worshipping me like I was the most precious thing in the world."That's it," he said, his voice muffled. "Let it happen."He found a rhythm, and I was lost. My hands tangled in his hair, and I moved against him, riding his face like it was the most natural thing in the world. A moan escaped me—low, desperate, completely involuntary."Simon, I'm going to—""Good." He p

~ SIMONThe elevator climbed slowly, and I was dying inside.Jamie was beside me, close enough that I could feel the warmth of her body through the pink suit she was wearing. Her dark hair was pulled up in a perfect bun, and I spent most of the time imagining what it would look like down. She smelled like flowers and something sweet, and all I could think about was how I'd spent the last few hours counting down the minutes until I could fuck her again.I glanced at her out of the corner of my eye. The elegant bun left her neck exposed, and I couldn't stop staring at the line of her jaw, the way she bit her lower lip in that way I already knew meant she was nervous. Or thinking. Or maybe both.The elevator stopped at the penthouse floor, and the doors opened. I stepped out first, holding the door for her, and we walked into the living room."So..." she started, hesitant. "I didn't bring gym clothes. Hope you don't mind me coming to your gym like this.""Forget the gym," I said, my

~ JAMIE"We need to get out of here before you actually get hurt," he said, and before I could argue, he scooped me up."Simon! I can walk!""I know you can. But I'd rather carry you."He stepped out of the stall carefully, avoiding the shards, and carried me through the penthouse to the bedroom. The feeling was strange—being carried by a naked man, water still streaming off both of us, the silence of the apartment contrasting with the chaos we'd just left behind.He laid me down on the bed with a tenderness that surprised me, and for a moment we just lay there, him hovering over me, his eyes tracing my body."Your body turns me on so much," he said, and his voice was so low it almost sounded like he was talking to himself.I could have made a joke. I could have said something sarcastic to cut the tension. But something about that moment, in that bed, with that naked man above me, stopped me.Instead, I reached up and touched his face."Simon..."He looked away for a second,