Game of Love and Deception: The Billionaire's Ex Wife
Chapter 65: Neither do I

Chapter 65: Neither do I

Flashback – Eight Years Ago

"Hey, what are you doing?" Ashley whispered, surprised, as she held her window open for the grinning boy climbing through.

"I’m sneaking into your room for some ice cream time. I’m sure you’ll like that, huh?" Lorenzo said, pausing to flash the light nylon bag in his hand.

A bright smile stretched across Ashley’s face. "Of course I do," she murmured, pulling him inside.

She took the bag from him, took two steps back, and dropped it beside the bed. Then she turned to Lorenzo—who wasted no time wrapping his arms around her waist and pressed a soft kiss to her lips.

Ashley’s ears flushed crimson.

"Speaking of ice cream..." she whispered mischievously, stealing another kiss. "What if you licked it off me?"

Lorenzo’s grip tightened slightly. His lips curved into a grin as he recaptured her mouth. "My naughty girl," he murmured against her lips.

Their kiss deepened as they stumbled toward the bed, accidentally knocking over the ice cream bowl in the process. They laughed, breathless, before diving back into each other.

Suddenly, Lorenzo paused—his eyes wide with a flash of worry.

"Charlotte... what if she hears us?"

"She’s not around," Ashley assured him, just as they collapsed onto the bed, their clothes flying in impatient directions.

They’d been together for more than a month, yet every touch still felt like the first. Her heart raced every time she saw him. Every moment felt like a dream she never wanted to wake from.

She had so many hopes—ones she barely dared to speak aloud. Maybe even to become his wife someday. Was that asking too much? Whatever. She didn’t need anyone lecturing her about managing expectations.

Ashley’s breath caught when something cold touched her breast. Ice cream.

Lorenzo slowly circled her nipples with it, letting it melt against her warm skin.

A shiver ran through her body like a bolt of lightning, and the sound that escaped her lips made Lorenzo groan—his already rock-hard member throbbing painfully.

"I don’t think I can wait any longer, sunshine," he rasped, thrusting into her as he lowered his head to lick the sweetness off her skin.

Ashley moaned sharply, her fingers tangling in his hair.

A hand sliding up her thigh yanked her out of the memory like a slap of cold water.

She blinked—and realized she was lying on the couch, Lorenzo hovering above her, his eyes dark with lust.

’When did they get in this position?’ she asked herself.

"You’re driving me so fucking crazy, Cookie," Lorenzo whispered, voice thick with struggling restraint. "And you can’t blame me for wanting to eat you."

He was panting now, barely holding himself back. Their breaths mingled in the thick air between them. Ashley trembled—maybe from the leftover chill of the ice cream, or maybe something far more dangerous.

God, she could feel her pussy breathing.

She wanted him just as badly as he wanted her.

"Please let me," Lorenzo begged, like he would die if he didn’t get a taste of her that moment.

Those three words were all it took for Ashley to melt like the abandoned bowl of ice cream beside them.

All the restraints, walls that had taken her years to build, her self-control... she felt them all crumbling. Brick by brick.

"Kiss me," she blurted out suddenly.

That was all Lorenzo needed—her words were the only permission he’d been waiting for. Every ounce of restraint vanished into thin air as he captured her lips. Fierce. Primal. Hungry. Starved.

They had been holding back for too long, and now, neither of them could get enough.

Lorenzo’s hands roamed her body, unsure where to settle, because everywhere begged for his touch.

He sat down and pulled her onto his lap, and she straddled him without hesitation, fingers tangled in his hair as their tongues danced, indistinguishable from one another.

When she began grinding against him, he nearly lost his mind. His lips traveled down to her neck—nibbling, sucking, biting—drawing out moans that made his blood boil.

This wasn’t what he’d planned when he showed up at her office today. He meant to tease her, sure. But this?

"This feels like another dream," he murmured against her skin.

Ashley gasped as his fingers slipped under her gown, cupping her breast.

"I don’t want to wake up," she moaned.

Lorenzo squeezed the soft mound, flicking her nipple with his thumb. The way she responded to each of his touches drove him even crazier.

"Neither do I." The words came out strained.

She felt so fucking good. So damn right. Like they belonged together.

"My mom wants us to visit," Lorenzo blurted suddenly.

Ashley stiffened—and Lorenzo couldn’t tell if it was because of his words or the way his fingers now slid in and out of her tight cunt. Her soft whimpers made him throb harder, and it took every ounce of willpower not to flip her over and replace his fingers with something much better.

"But we don’t have to go. Not until you’re ready," he added quickly, just in case.

Still, it didn’t change the fact that he wanted the world to see her—to know she was his, even if they weren’t officially dating. To him, they were. And he longed to treat her a lot more than just an arrangement. He wished he’d fought harder for their love.

But even now, he knew—there was nothing he could’ve done back then. His enemies had been wealthier, more powerful, more connected. But maybe, just maybe, if he hadn’t yielded, things would be different now.

However, it hadn’t been just his life on the line. He would’ve gladly given it for Ashley. But her life? His family’s? He couldn’t risk that.

Ashley didn’t know what had truly happened. Charlotte had sworn never to tell her, and she obviously kept that promise.

And even now, he couldn’t bring himself to speak about it. He feared she wouldn’t believe him—or worse, that she might think he actually did those terrible things.

Ashley increased her pace, rocking desperately against Lorenzo’s fingers, dragging him back to the present. Her head was thrown back, hair a mess, mouth parted.

A fucking sight to behold.

"I want this forever, sunshine," Lorenzo whispered.

Deep down, a voice reminded him that once the heat cooled, the tension would return. Maybe she’d even hate him more for this.

But he no longer cared. Because it wouldn’t stop him from fighting until she was completely his.

As if the universe were mocking him, someone knocked on the door, followed almost immediately by the sharp ring of Ashley’s phone.

They both froze.

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