Faking It With a Billionaire || MaAn

Chapter 23 | Anupama

A sensation nudges me awake-a gentle caress at the waistband of my PJ pants. Leaning into it, I try to turn, hoping for more contact as I emerge from the depths of sleep.

"You're soaking for me," a voice, achingly familiar, echoes from behind-Anuj. My hips instinctively grind against the unmistakable hardness he carries.

"Touch me," I plead, maneuvering to align my core with the phantom touch. He teases, fingers dancing tantalizingly over sensitive flesh, just above the point of desperate longing. My hips sway urgently, aching for the friction I crave.

"You'll have to beg for it," Anuj voice, deep and gravelly, murmurs against my ear. He nibbles at the spot behind my ear, sending delicious shivers down my spine.

"Anuj," I moan, rocking in frustration, yearning for his touch where I need it most. "Anuj, please."

A sudden rush of cold air snaps me awake. I open my eyes to find Anuj smirking triumphantly. Dressed immaculately in a tailored black tuxedo, black shirt, and matching tie, he holds the comforter he just yanked off the bed.

"Having a little fantasy starring yours truly?" he teases.

I glance down in embarrassment at the pillow between my legs, realizing I must have been sensually gyrating against it, mistaking it for Anuj in my dream. What in the fucking hell

"No," I snap, making a grab for the sheet at my feet, but Anuj is quicker, snatching it away. "Don't inflate that ego of yours." My sleep tank is in disarray, and I subtly fix it, all while Anuj's hungry eyes linger.

"Mhm," he mocks, mimicking me with exaggerated, higher-pitched moans. "Anuj, please." His theatrical display has me red-faced, and I bury my face in my hands, praying for the ground to swallow me whole.

Mental note: always lock the door when Anuj might wander in unexpectedly.

"I never said any of that," I lie, desperately wishing to erase this awkward encounter. "Why are you even here, anyway?" I accuse, shooting daggers at him from across the bed. He stands at the foot of it, holding both my sheets and comforter, appraising me with a leisurely gaze.

"I'm waking my assistant up. We're already late. I have a meeting in twenty minutes."

I screech, checking my phone, which is, predictably, dead. Panic sets in. I'd set alarms galore to ensure I'd rise on time for my first day of work, but amidst post-Anuj distractions, I forgot to charge my phone.

"Fuckity fucking fuck fuck!" I mutter, dashing towards the expansive walk-in closet. It's a luxurious space, especially after the shopping spree Anuj treated me to.

Hangers and clothes scatter as I hunt for something to wear. Usually, I'd plan my outfit the night before, but today, thoughts of Anuj still swirled in my mind from our last heated encounter.

Finally, I spot a blazer that pairs perfectly with a set of high-waisted pants that Alex specifically selected for me. Both pieces exude professionalism, setting the right tone for my first day in the office. Although, it might make the boss and me fashionably late.

"Classic excuse," Anuj remarks.

"Why didn't you wake me earlier?" I yell, discarding my tank top haphazardly. The closet is a chaotic mess within the minute I've been in here, but cleaning up will have to wait until tonight.