The Billionaire’s Unexpected Proposal (Evelyn and Derek)

Derek stared at her, taken aback. "Why would I want to do that? Why would you want to do that?" He asked, beginning to wonder if the whole accident and tears thing had been a ploy to get to him. Evelyn's cheeks burned with a mixture of shame and a strange sense of defiance. The words had tumbled out before she could think.

"I mean," she stammered, her voice barely a whisper,

"do you... find me attractive?"

He stared at her, his blue eyes narrowed in confusion.

The silence stretched between them, thick and heavy.

Evelyn wanted to crawl under the seat and disappear.

This impulsive act, born out of heartbreak, was already spiraling out of control.

Finally, he spoke, his voice carefully neutral. "Yes," he conceded, "but I don't understand. Why would you want to have sex with me?"

Evelyn took a deep, shaky breath. Every fiber of her being screamed at her to run, to get away from this man, this stranger who had witnessed her breakdown.

But the raw, exposed vulnerability within her battled that instinct.

There was a strange calmness in the face of the unknown, a temporary escape from the wreckage of her life.

"Look," she began, her voice hollow. "I just realized I've made a terrible mistake all my life. The worst mistake," she hesitated, tears welling up again, "And I need to make one more mistake before I snap back to my senses."

"That doesn't make any sense. Why will you want to make any more mistakes if the one you made already left you in this state?" He asked, trying to rationalize what she had just said.Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

"Because by doing this, I might be able to forgive myself for that terrible mistake. Don't try to understand me. The only thing I want from you is sex.

I'm not asking for your love. I'm not asking for your money. And I don't want to know who you are or your name either. I don't need any of that from you. All I want is for you to have sex with me."

Derek studied her intently for a long moment, his expression unreadable. She could almost see the wheels turning in his head, the questions forming behind his gaze.

Then, to her surprise, a slow smile spread across his face. It wasn't a mocking smile, but one touched with understanding, maybe even a hint of sympathy.

He shook his head. "No, I can't do that. You're clearly upset. What was the mistake you made? Perhaps I can help you better by giving you listening ears."

Evelyn didn't respond and to his utter shock, she began to take off her dress, stripping naked in front of him.

Derek watched her, confusion warring with desire as she walked over to him, her eyes pleading. "Please, just have sex with me."

He looked away from her naked body, "I can't do that.

You're hurting. And I really don't think this is the solution."

"I'm not in need of a solution. I need a temporary reprieve," she said as she raised herself on her toes, pressing her body against his and kissed him.

The moment she kissed him, he let go of any hesitation and returned the kiss with equal passion.

Before she knew it, he carried her over to the bed and laid her on it.

Breaking the kiss he held her gaze, his gaze searching.

"Are you sure about this?" he asked gently.

Evelyn met his eyes, a new resolve hardening in her gaze. She nodded. "Yes," she said, her voice stronger than it had been since their chance meeting. "I'm sure."

The moment she gaze her consent, he pinned her against the bed and ravaged her lips, while his hands moved to grab her breasts.

Although she had only wanted to have sex because she thought having sex with a stranger would help her get over the fact that she had been sleeping with a stranger and planning to marry him for the past four years, but something about the way this stranger touched her aroused her far more than Michael's touch had ever aroused her and she found herself meaning loudly.

She pulled off the towel and let her hands go down to the bulge between his legs and she squeezed it gently, eliciting a soft groan from him.

She closed her eyes when he lowered his lips to her perky breasts. He circled his tongue around her nipples one at a time, while his hand slowly moved down her abdomen.

A gasp escaped from her lips when his fingers connected with her slit, and she tightly held on to the bedsheet with one hand and buried the other hand in his short mop of black hair, as she kissed him ferventl trying to stop herself from moaning as he pleasures her with his fingers.

As though he could sense she was trying to hold back, he increased the pace of his fingers, and she couldn't hold back anymore as her silent moans became loud cries of pleasure.

"Please fuck me now," she pleaded in a throaty cry, wanting nothing other than to have him buried inside her.

"I will, sweet, but only after you cum for me," he said, and as though that was all she needed to hear, she toppled over the climax of her pleasure and her nod shook with the force of her orgasm. While she was yet to recover from it, he positioned himself between her thighs and thrust into her with an urgency she wasn't used to, sending her into another round of orgasm.

She cried out in pleasure, wanting him to stop so that she could catch her breath, but at the same time not wanting him to stop as she moved her waist in rhythm with his thrusts.

That night, Evelyn, who had always thought she was frigid discovered for the first time that sex was great.

She spent the rest of the night with the handsome stranger, rediscovering herself and unlearning all the lies that Michael had made her believe about herself and her body.