The Billionaire's Two-Faced Escort Wife-Chapter 95: Love Basking

Adrian woke slowly, the morning light filtered softly. He blinked, tangled in Alexander’s arm.

He sighed and snuggled closer to Alexander.

"Morning, my love," Alexander whispered, tightening his hand around Adrian.

Adrian smiled, "I could get used to this," he murmured, inhaling Alexander’s scent.

"Then marry me for real," Alexander whispered, cupping Adrian’s cheek.

Adrian opened his eyes, looking deep into Alexander’s serious eyes.

"You’re serious," Adrian sat up, blinking slowly.

Alexander sat beside Adrian, taking his hand in his, "I’m tired, Adrian. I’m tired of hiding us, my mother bought the Adrienne story, but for how long?" He sighed.

"I’d hate for her to find out that you’re the same person, and then start to throw a tantrum, demanding we never be together. You know how the same goes—"

He turned, kneeling on the bed to face Adrian properly.

"Will you marry me, Adrian? Let’s forget about this face marriage cham, I really need you to be mine and want the whole world to know you’re mine –"

"Alex," Adrian called, placing his hand on Alexander’s shoulder.

They stared into each other’s eyes, a short, mysterious silence passing between them.

"I do love you, Alex. But, we have a lot of things to put right. Love isn’t just all we need, Baby. We have families –"

"I don’t care what people think, and, I know just how to deal with my mother," Alexander countered.

Adrian smiled, "Baby, I know. But, it’s not just about people, or your family. My mother, she doesn’t know yet—" he sighed.

Alexander paused, understanding what Adrian was saying.

His mother was yet to discover that her son liked men.

"And, it isn’t the best time to tell her, considering her condition, she might take it badly," Adrian muttered.

Alexander sighed and ge try took Adrian’s hand, kissing the back of it, "I understand, Adrian. Just know, I’m yours, whenever you’re ready to make us officially official." He chuckled.

Adrian smiled and straddled Alexander’s thighs, slowly lowering his ass onto Alexander.

"Now, where were we?" He asked, gripping djg down on Alexander’s growing cock.

Alexander groaned, gripping Adrian’s waist, "We’re wherever you want us to be darling," he quickly grabbed the lube from under the pillow and handed it to Adrian, smirking sexily.

Adrian took the lube from Alexander and squirted it over Alexander’s cock, slowly stroking the hard shaft with his hand.

"So hard already, boss. Does your secretary turn you on that much?"

Adrian’s teasing words hung in the warm morning air, laced with playful affection. His hand moved slowly up and down Alexander’s slick length, savouring the way Alexander’s breath caught, the way his hips shifted just slightly toward the touch.

Alexander’s eyes darkened, a low rumble escaping his chest. "More than you know," he murmured, voice rough with want. "Every single day."

Adrian leaned forward, brushing a soft kiss against Alexander’s lips before pulling back just enough to hold his gaze. There was no hurry in his movements—only deliberate, tender intention. He shifted forward on his knees, positioning himself above Alexander once more, the tip of Alexander’s arousal pressing gently against him.

With a quiet exhale, Adrian sank again—slowly, inch by inch—taking Alexander in completely. The stretch was familiar now, perfect, and he let his head fall back slightly as a soft sigh escaped his lips. Alexander’s hands settled on his hips, not guiding, just holding—anchoring them both in the moment.

"God, you’re beautiful like this," Alexander whispered, eyes tracing every line of Adrian’s body as he began to move. Adrian rolled his hips in a gentle, languid rhythm, rising just enough before sinking back down, taking him deep each time. It wasn’t rushed or frantic. It was slow, sweet, reverent—like they had all the time in the world and intended to use every second.

Adrian braced his hands on Alexander’s chest, feeling the strong, steady beat of his heart beneath his palms. He leaned down, capturing Alexander’s mouth in a deep, unhurried kiss as he continued to ride him—each downward glide deliberate, each lift teasing. Their tongues moved together in the same gentle rhythm as their bodies, soft moans muffled between parted lips.

Alexander’s fingers traced up Adrian’s spine, threading into his hair, tugging just enough to tilt his head back so he could press open-mouthed kisses along his throat. "I love how you feel," he breathed against Adrian’s skin. "Love how you move for me. Love you."

Adrian’s heart stuttered at the words, warmth blooming in his chest. He sat up slightly, changing the angle just a little, and both of them gasped softly at the deeper sensation. "Love you too," he whispered, voice trembling with emotion and pleasure. He kept the pace slow, savouring every slide, every clench, every shared breath.

Alexander’s hands slid down to Adrian’s thighs, caressing the sensitive skin there as he watched Adrian move above him—like he was something precious, something to be worshipped. Adrian’s breath grew shallower, his movements a little more deliberate as pleasure coiled tighter and tighter low in his belly. He ground down in slow circles, drawing a low groan from Alexander that vibrated through both of them.

"You’re perfect," Alexander murmured, one hand moving to wrap gently around Adrian’s own aching length, stroking in time with the slow roll of Adrian’s hips. The dual sensation made Adrian’s eyes flutter shut, a soft whimper escaping him.

They stayed like that—lost in each other, in the warmth of the morning light, in the quiet intimacy of bodies and hearts intertwined. Time stretched, elastic and golden. There was no need for words beyond whispered endearments, no need for speed when every second felt like forever.

Adrian’s rhythm remained tender, almost dreamy—each rise and fall drawing them closer, building that sweet, aching pressure without rushing toward the end. Alexander met him gently on every downstroke, a subtle lift of his hips that made Adrian shiver.

Just as Adrian’s soft moans began to grow a little louder, a sharp knock sounded at the bedroom door.

"Alexander?" Mrs. Devereux’s voice came through, polite but firm. "Darling, are you awake? We really must discuss the new arrivals. I need your input before noon."

Adrian froze instantly, eyes flying open in panic. His breath caught, body tensing around Alexander’s. He started to lift himself off, cheeks flushing with alarm—but Alexander’s hands tightened on his hips, keeping him exactly where he was.

"Shh," Alexander mouthed, eyes locked on Adrian’s. One hand swiftly rose to cover Adrian’s mouth gently but firmly, muffling any sound. The other hand slid to the small of Adrian’s back, guiding him—slowly, deliberately—back down onto his length. Deep. All the way.

Adrian’s eyes widened, a muffled gasp vibrating against Alexander’s palm. The sensation was overwhelming—being held so completely still, filled so deeply, while danger lingered just beyond the door. His heart thundered, but he didn’t pull away. Couldn’t.

Alexander’s gaze never left his, dark and intense, silently promising everything was under control. He guided Adrian’s hips again—down, slow, deep—keeping the rhythm torturously unhurried. Each subtle movement sent sparks of pleasure through them both, heightened by the risk.

"Alexander?" Mrs. Devereux called again, knocking once more. "I can hear movement in there. Don’t pretend you’re still asleep."

Alexander didn’t answer aloud. Instead, he pressed a finger to his own lips in a silent "quiet," then eased Adrian down again—deeper this time, holding him there. Adrian’s body trembled, thighs quivering as he fought to stay silent. The hand over his mouth was warm, possessive, grounding.

Mrs. Devereux sighed outside the door. "Fine. I’ll be in the dining room. But don’t keep me waiting too long, darling. We have things to discuss."

Her footsteps retreated down the hall, heels clicking softly on the marble until silence returned.

Only then did Alexander slowly uncover Adrian’s mouth, brushing his thumb tenderly across his lower lip. "Good boy," he whispered, voice low and full of pride.

Adrian exhaled shakily, forehead dropping to rest against Alexander’s. "You’re insane," he breathed, but there was no real protest—only wonder and lingering heat.

Alexander smiled, guiding Adrian’s hips once more—this time letting him set the pace again. "Couldn’t stop," he admitted softly. "Not when you feel this perfect."

Adrian laughed quietly, the sound breathless and fond, and began to move again—still slow, still sweet, but with a new edge of relief and intensity. He rode Alexander with renewed devotion, hands braced on his shoulders, eyes never leaving his.

The tension that had built during the interruption only heightened everything. Each glide felt deeper, each shared breath more intimate. Alexander’s hands roamed—caressing Adrian’s back, his sides, his thighs—until Adrian’s movements grew just a fraction faster, chasing the release they’d both been holding back.

"I’ve got you," Alexander whispered, sensing how close Adrian was. He stroked him in perfect sync, thumb circling the tip gently. "Let go for me, love."

Adrian’s breath hitched, body tightening as pleasure crested slowly, beautifully. He came with a soft, shuddering cry muffled against Alexander’s neck, clenching around him in waves that pulled Alexander right over the edge with him.

Alexander groaned quietly, holding Adrian close as he spilt deep inside him, arms wrapping tightly around his back. They stayed locked together, trembling, breathing hard, hearts racing in unison.

After a long moment, Adrian lifted his head, pressing a lazy, sated kiss to Alexander’s lips. "We’re going to be late for breakfast" he murmured, amused.

Alexander chuckled, brushing damp hair from Adrian’s forehead. "Worth it."

Adrian smiled, resting his head on Alexander’s shoulder, still joined, still wrapped in each other. "Every time," he whispered. "Worth it every time."

They lingered like that—warm, content, secretly theirs—just a little longer before the world outside would demand their attention again.