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.

What’s so funny?” he asked, glancing

muttered, brushing my cheek

“You’re sleep talking?”

And the things I want

hear it thudding against

want to do

want you inside

you

I giggled, not even realizing what

felt myself plummeting into the

I felt a weight on top of me. Then, his lips sealed mine, almost

dream of doing to me, Taylor Jones, and

pushed him onto the bed

was asking for it. I was just the

like we could never be exhausted. Alcohol was terrible–except when it was this good. I’d never felt so enraptured,

day. We didn’t

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

good things, it eventually