Game of Love and Deception: The Billionaire's Ex Wife
Chapter 64: Reckless emotions

Chapter 64: Reckless emotions

Ashley slowly angled herself sideways, eyes now fixed on the brown bag in front of them. Lorenzo reached out and brushed her hair back so he could see her face clearly.

God, she was beautiful.

He swallowed hard, feeling a warm heat spread through him.

"What’s inside?" Ashley asked calmly.

Lorenzo leaned forward and picked up the bag, pulling out a transparent plastic plate with a large chicken burger inside.

Ashley’s eyes widened as he set it on the couch, along with a big bowl of strawberry flavored ice cream.

Was this just coincidence or he still remembered her favorite ice cream flavor?

"This is what’s inside. I hope strawberry is still your favorite flavor?" Lorenzo asked, eyes fixed on the woman sitting on his lap like a cute child.

’Gosh, he still remembers.’

A strange flutter filled Ashley’s chest. And she couldn’t help salivating.

"I guess so," she whispered, thinking what else he possibly still remembered about her. It was better not to find out, she told herself.

"How do you know I’ve been craving a chicken burger for a while now?" she asked, changing the subject and reaching for the plate. But Lorenzo was quicker.

"I guess I’m just a lucky guesser," he replied with a boyish grin. "And I was serious when I said I was going to feed you."

Ashley’s cheeks flushed as he carefully unwrapped the burger and brought it to her mouth.

"Have a bite."

"I’m not a toddler," Ashley muttered, but still obeyed.

The flavor exploded on her tongue—rich, creamy, slightly peppery. She let out a soft groan, eyes fluttering shut before she caught herself and cleared her throat.

"Okay, that was... decent. Where did you buy it?"

"Don’t lie. It was amazing—because I made it myself," Lorenzo bragged, lips curling into a soft smirk.

Shock flickered across Ashley’s face. It was really good, but she wasn’t about to boost his ego.

"I know that’s what you want, but I’m not stroking your ego, Mister Grey. I’ll just say it’s not that bad," she said with a nonchalant shrug.

’How could he go through the stress of cooking for her when he should be at work?’ She pondered quietly.

It reminded her of all the time Lorenzo used to cook for her in the past.

"You’re currently sitting on my ego, Cookie," Lorenzo said with a sly smile.

Ashley blushed deeper and slapped his chest, followed by a hard glare which only made Lorenzo laugh.

"Don’t do that," he murmured. "It’s distracting."

Ashley hated him. She really did.

Because whatever this was, it was getting intoxicating. And she knew that if she let herself enjoy it any longer, she might not be able to crawl back from it.

Yet, strangely, she couldn’t summon the strength to get off him. The man before her was temptation wrapped in an expensive tux, and she hated that she couldn’t resist. She wanted a taste—even if it burned her.

Ashley took the burger from Lorenzo and started munching like a starved hyena, completely forgetting she was still on his lap. Lorenzo wasn’t even holding her anymore—he was just watching. He’d expected her to scurry away once his grip loosened, but to his surprise, she didn’t.

A slow smile crept across his lips.

He watched her devour the burger, her eyes gleaming every now and then.

Soft sounds slipped from Ashley’s lips as she ate—sounds that made Lorenzo think of doing much more than just watching her eat.

He forgot all the stress he’d gone through to make that burger.

It was totally worth it.

And if given the chance, he’d do it a thousand times more—today and every day after.

Some cream suddenly stained Ashley’s lips, and by instinct, Lorenzo reached out and wiped it off—then licked his finger.

The action made Ashley freeze mid-bite, her cheeks flushing a deep red as a tingle settled low between her legs.

"Why did you do that?" she asked, her voice slightly breathless.

"Someone had to clean the mess," Lorenzo replied casually. "And I didn’t want it dripping on your dress."

Ashley swallowed hard, noticing how his gaze lingered on her lips a second too long.

"The ice cream... it’s going to melt," she murmured, hoping to defuse the tension curling between them.

"Yeah, the ice cream," Lorenzo echoed, a little awkwardly.

He grabbed the bowl and started feeding her while she finished the rest of the burger. A flicker of guilt crept in—she hadn’t even asked if he wanted any.

But seeing he didn’t seem the least bit bothered, she pushed the thought aside.

Everything seemed fine... until the silence between them thickened in a way that made Ashley’s heart skip a beat.

She couldn’t ignore how Lorenzo’s gaze turned sharper—piercing, like a hawk watching its prey. And though she was fully clothed, she felt bare beneath his eyes.

Then, without warning, Lorenzo poured a spoonful of ice cream onto her neck.

Ashley gasped, her eyes flying to his in shock.

"What did you do that for?" she asked, hand darting to wipe the cold trail sliding down toward her chest.

But Lorenzo caught her wrist mid-air. "I want to lick it off you," he murmured, voice low and husky, awakening something reckless inside her.

She didn’t speak. Couldn’t find her voice—but she didn’t pull away either.

And that silence was all the answer he needed.

His arm tightened around her waist as he leaned in and ran his tongue slowly across her neck, catching the melting cream in one deliberate swipe.

Ashley’s breath hitched, heart pounding.

A needy sigh escaped her lips.

"Tell me when you want me to stop," Lorenzo said, his voice rough as he poured another spoonful onto her skin and repeated the motion.

Fuck, the sensation was torturous. Ashley wanted to grab his hair and press him deeper beneath her dress. Her toes curled in her heels.

She panted softly, warmth flooding her belly. She didn’t even realize when she started to squirm against him, quiet moans slipping past her lips.

The sensation was too damn familiar, pulling at memories she thought she’d buried, until her mind got stuck on one in particular.

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