The Richest Man in Metropolis is My Backer by Dream Searcher

Chapter 411

Soren hugged me and gently patted my back, trying to comfort me into sleep.

Grogginess clouded my mind. Was it pure exhaustion or just the alcohol? I had no idea. But at least I was quiet

now.

When I finally started to stir, I felt lights flashing and ducking away from me. I lifted my head and realized Soren was carrying me in a bridal hold, my head resting on his shoulder.

His profile was breathtaking–seriously the most handsome thing I’d ever seen.

His jaw? Chiseled.

His Adam’s apple? Sharp.

His ears? Sculpted.

I couldn’t help but giggle.

he asked, glancing down at

I muttered, brushing

“You’re sleep talking?”

Every time I drink too much, all I dream of is you. And the things I want to do to you… If only I could do them in real

heartbeat sped up. I could hear

you want to do to

you inside me.”

did you say?”

I giggled, not even realizing what I’d

later, I felt

mattress caught me. Before I could process what had happened, I felt a weight on top of me. Then, his lips sealed mine,

you dream of doing to me, Taylor Jones, and I’ll

a rush. I pushed him onto the bed and climbed on top.

was just

terrible–except when it was this good. I’d

day. We didn’t care

kept each other company, over and over, as if the world might end tomorrow, and today was our last chance to be together.

it eventually came to an end.