Fake dating my enemy, The playboy billionaire-Chapter 62: This isn’t just a kiss. (R18+)

YIREN

A swarm of butterflies stirs in my stomach as Jun settles between my legs. He smells... so good, like he’s carrying his own irresistible cologne beneath the herbal oil I’ve just massaged into his shoulder. I press play, but my attention isn’t on The Lion King. Not even close. I press my fingers deeper into his muscles, and when he groans, a shiver rolls through me, my pulse quickening.

He’s sitting here between my legs, my legs around him, and it’s enough to send my mind spinning into all kinds of forbidden territory. My core clenches, and I desperately want to cross my legs, but there’s no way with him sitting between them. I tell myself it’s dangerous to feel this pull toward him—a man like Jun isn’t a casual hookup. He’s the kind of man who makes you fall hard and never lets you go. But love? That hurts. That makes you miserable. And I’m not sure I want to risk being miserable like mom ever when she forgot about Papa due to her illness.

[I can see what’s happening. I can what? And they don’t have a clue. they’ll fall in love ] Timon and Pumbaa start singing Can You Feel the Love Tonight, and Jun chuckles. "This is my favorite part of the movie."

Don’t know if it’s the movie or just the mood, he reaches for my thighs, pulling me even closer, resting his hands along my calves as he gently strokes my leg. His touch sends a warm ripple through me, making my heartbeat loud in my ears. The air around us feels thick, like it’s holding something unspoken, something simmering between us that neither of us dares to name.

"Are you the hopeless believer of love?" My voice is anything but steady as his hand pauses on my calf, his thumb drawing slow, tantalizing circles that make my breath catch. The movie fades to silence as he pauses it, turning his focus entirely on me.

"Who says it has to be hopeless?"

"Because it kills. It hurts. It sucks the life out of a person. Everything becomes... hopeless once you lose the love of your life."

He shifts, our faces so close I can feel the heat radiating from him, "Isn’t life already difficult, love or no love? Then why deprive yourself of love and never feel the beauty of it? Even if it’s for one second, i want to feel it once in my life."

My hands find their way to his shoulders down to his biceps, brushing over the warm, solid muscle beneath. I shouldn’t, but I do, feeling him, memorizing every curve. "You... you used to love her."

"There was no love in it, Yiren. I know that now." His voice harden as if I offended him by mentioning her, "A lapse in judgement maybe. The day I’m falling in love, I’m going to tuck her in my embrace and never letting her go... it will be the day my soul finds it’s other half, a heartbeat that feels like home, and whispers, I’ve been waiting for you."

I swallow hard, stunned into silence. The beauty of his words and the depth of his conviction leave me breathless. Any woman would be beyond lucky to be loved by him—to have this man set her standards so high that every other man on earth would seem inadequate.

"Then i must be the weirdo in your book who doesn’t believe in love."

He pull me into his lap, the moment so swift that it gave me a whiplash. I’m worried for his shoulder but the man didn’t even use it as if i weight nothing. "You don’t believe in it because you never found the one yet who will sweep you off your feet and make you fall so hard that you’ll forget everything and won’t be able to resist it."

our eyes lock into each other, and the music resumes.... [can you feel the love tonight. The peace the evening brings]

I’m straddling him on his lap, my breathing goes shallow, his proximity filling my senses as his hand rubs my thigh. [The world for once in perfect harmony, with all its living things]

I look down at his lips and he look down at mine before our gaze collide again. [can you feel the love tonight. You needn’t look too far.] I can feel the erratic beat of his heart and mine, thumping between us.

His hand slides up my neck, fingers settling just under my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. He leans in slowly, his lips brushing mine as if waiting for a signal. My breath hitches, and despite the chaos in my mind, I find myself leaning in, closing the space between us. 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

[stealing through the night’s uncertainties, love is where they are.] The lyrics float around us, and then his mouth crash into mine with an intensity that makes my heart slam against my ribs.

My mind short-circuits. One second, I’m gasping in surprise, eyes wide, and the next, I’m melting into him, my hands tangling in his hair, fisting them. He groans against my mouth, the sound so deliciously raw that it sends heat pooling low in my belly. He’s relentless, his kiss demanding, consuming, and I find myself fighting for control, matching his wild passion. But he’s too skilled, too overwhelming. His hand tightens around my nape, holding me steady, while his tongue slips past my lips, exploring, tasting, owning.

The man tastes delicious. His lips and tongue are magic, he is kissing me the way he argues, the way he negotiates—total domination, absolute perfection. Every nerve is on fire, every inch of my skin begging for his touch where I haven’t seen any action since years. My core aches, wetness pooling, desperate need that leaves me gasping.

This isn’t just a kiss. It’s a declaration, a fight, long desire that was pulsating between us. If he kisses like this, imagine how he fucks? The mere idea makes the sensitive spot between my legs throb, desperate for more.