One Midnight Kiss: A Billionaire Fake Fiancée Holiday Romance

There was something criminal about the quiet tension between us this morning. It was this barely contained hum. It was just there. I knew we both felt it but neither of us was addressing it. I hoped the flight back home would force her to talk to me.

After she left my room last night, I had been replaying everything over and over again. The sensation of her beneath me, her body giving into pleasure, the sound of her calling my name. It was intoxicating. It was a song I didn’t think I would ever grow tired of hearing. I had made her orgasm.

Unless she was lying about never achieving a climax, I was technically her first. There was something empowering about that. I wanted to beat my chest and shout from the rooftops. I did that. I made that woman whimper and cry out in ecstasy.

Why did I ever let her leave in the first place? Why didn’t I just hold on to her and insist she stay? But that wasn’t how things worked between us. She was all soft and pliable when I was between her legs, but the moment it was over, she went right back to her ice queen status.

Natalia and I hadn’t exchanged many words since she left my room. This morning, we met in the lobby for coffee before it was time to head for the airport. We had fallen into a routine, something that felt like familiarity, but not quite comfortable.

We climbed into the back of the car. Natalia had her sunglasses on and her face glued to her phone screen. She was making it very clear she didn’t want to talk.

Honestly, that was probably for the best because I didn’t know what to say. Thanking her for good sex felt wrong. Reminding her of my sexual prowess would probably earn me a slap across the face. So, it was best if I just kept my mouth shut.

At the airport, we checked in at the kiosk and went through security without a word.

“Do you want a snack before we board?” I asked her.

She glanced up from her phone, her expression serious as if she was considering it more deeply than necessary. “No, thanks,” she replied, her voice distant, detached.

I nodded, stuffing my hands in my pockets. I couldn’t help but feel a sting of rejection, though it was just about a snack. We walked to our gate in silence. Every now and then, I caught her stealing glances at me, her eyes quickly darting away when our gazes nearly met.

We settled into our seats on the plane. Natalia by the window, me in the middle seat next to her. She was tapping away on her tablet with a fierce focus that was almost admirable. It was a morning flight back to Seattle, and first class was only half full. I should be enjoying this moment of quiet, should be catching up on work, maybe skimming through emails. But instead, I couldn’t get last night out of my head.

It was good. No, it was better than good. The kind of good that didn’t settle the itch, just made it burn deeper. Part of me expected it to be a one and done. That was how I usually rolled. I loved the excitement of learning a woman’s body. I loved the chase and the conquest, but this was very different. This had depth, it had texture, something that lingered like the taste of a rich wine. I didn’t just want Natalia. I felt like I needed to understand her—every layer and every shadow.

Out of the corner of my eye, I watched Natalia shift in her seat. There was a vulnerability about her in that moment that pulled at something inside me.

I wanted more. I needed more. I risked a glance at her hand and smirked when I saw the ring. It was still on her finger. I got a small thrill from that. It was not a real engagement ring, but the fact that she hadn’t taken it off yet felt like a win. Like she was playing along with this little game we were in.

She chewed on the end of a pen, lost in whatever document she was reviewing. I leaned closer, letting my shoulder brush against hers. “Can I have your number now?” I asked.

“No,” she replied without looking up.

I watched her lips as she said it. I swore I saw the corner of her mouth twitch, like she was fighting back a smile.

“What do I need to do to get it?” I pressed, lowering my voice just enough to make it feel like a secret, something shared only between us.

She exhaled, still pretending to ignore me, her eyes glued to the screen. “I haven’t decided yet.”

To me, that was a win. If she hadn’t decided, that meant she was considering it. And if she was considering it, she was not done with me. Not by a long shot. I could easily get her number from Wilder or Christa, but where was the fun in that? This challenge, this game—it was too good to pass up. I was enjoying it and didn’t want it to end.

Since she wasn’t going to talk to me or flirt with me, I stretched out, settling deeper into the plush first-class seat. The flight attendants started to make their rounds. I accepted a Coke and settled in. It was peaceful, almost serene. But that was not what I wanted. I didn’t want peace. I glanced over and noticed Natalia had put her blanket over her lap. A wicked idea popped into my head.

I slid my hand under the thin blanket, touching her knee first before slowly moving my hand up. She tensed, finally breaking her concentration and glanced over at me.

“Fox,” she warned quietly, her voice low but edged with a hint of a plea. “Don’t.”

I ignored her, moving my hand higher. I felt her body shift, just a tiny adjustment, but the telltale sign was she didn’t pull away from me.

“Fox,” she hissed. “You have to stop.”

“You say no, but your body is saying something else,” I murmured.

Her lips parted, a tiny little gasp as my hand slid between her thighs. She chewed her bottom lip, trying not to react. But I could see the effect I was having on her. It was written all over her face. There was a flush creeping up her neck. She was trying so hard to stay composed. It was almost adorable.

The cabin lights were dimmed. Most of the passengers around us were on their laptops or phones. No one was paying attention to us. I took advantage of the low light and the blanket covering her, slipping my hand higher up her thigh, feeling the heat of her through the fabric of her pants.

I flicked the button open and then ever so slowly slid down the zipper. She let out a soft, barely audible gasp as I slipped my hand under her panties. I felt her muscles tighten. “Fox,” she hissed again, but there was less warning this time, more of a breathless urgency.

“How upset would you be if we got banned from the airline for life?” I asked, leaning in until my lips brushed against her ear.

She glared at me. Rather, she tried. The desire in her eyes made her feelings very clear. “Are you serious right now?” she whispered.

I nodded, pushing my fingers down until I could feel the wet heat between her thighs. “Dead serious.”

She closed her eyes, swallowing hard. She knew she should push me away, but instead, she opened her legs, encouraging me to keep going. I slipped a finger inside her. Her mouth opened in a silent gasp. She looked like she was trying to hold on to her composure, but I was determined to take it away from her.

“Keep quiet,” I murmured against her ear. “Unless you want everyone to know.”

Her nails dug into my forearm. I knew she was fighting to keep her moans trapped behind her teeth. It was exhilarating to watch her come undone like this. I loved knowing I was the one making her lose control.

She squirmed in her seat. Suddenly, she clamped her hand over mine. “Enough,” she breathed out, a tremble in her voice that wasn’t fear. “Fox, I mean it.”

I stopped but didn’t move my hand away from the heat of her skin. My finger was still inside her slick heat. “Don’t tell me you’re not enjoying this,” I said. She was warm and wet and all I could think about was how much I wanted to feel her underneath me again.

Natalia took a deep breath but couldn’t hide the desire that flashed in her eyes. I ran my finger over her clit. She gasped, a soft moan escaping her lips.

“That’s it,” I whispered. “Right there, right? Feels good.”

She groaned, the sound so soft only I heard it.

Her head tilted back reflexively, eyes fluttering closed as she bit her bottom lip. I couldn’t help the smirk that played at the corners of my mouth.

“Fox.” Her voice was a whisper this time. “I can’t believe I’m letting you do this.”

The plane bumped with a bit of turbulence. She gasped and I took the opportunity to push deeper and curled my fingers just right. She shuddered clamping a hand over her mouth to stifle the sound. I felt her body squeeze and erupt with her juices flooding over my fingers.

I pressed my lips to her temple. “How about now? Will you give me your number?”

She turned her head, meeting my gaze with a look that was a mix of frustration and need. Her cheeks were flushed with her chest rising and falling with uneven breaths. “Close,” she murmured. “But not yet.”

I pulled my hand away, satisfied for now. She turned back to her tablet, trying to focus, but I could see the aftershocks of what I’d done rippling through her, the way her hand trembled slightly as she swiped across the screen.

“You know you want me on speed dial,” I said. “Even if it’s just a booty call.”

“Not happening,” she said.

I chuckled and leaned back to enjoy the rest of the flight.

We landed in Seattle a short time later. We walked through the airport together, but she declined my offer for a ride home. I watched her go.

“What the hell?”

I shook my head and walked to my truck. When I got home, it was quiet. The kind of quiet that usually felt like a relief after days of meetings and travel. But tonight, it felt empty. I tossed my suitcase onto the bed, unzipping it to unpack.

I walked to my dresser, pulled open the drawer, and there it was. The black glove. I stopped, staring at it. The glove I’d never been able to throw away. Just looking at it stirred something inside me, something complicated. Guilt. Desire. Confusion.

I snatched the glove and sat down on the edge of the bed. It had been almost a year since that night. A masquerade party, a woman in a black dress, a connection that felt like lightning striking. I never got her name, but I’d thought about her ever since. Dreamed about her. Fantasized about her. It was like love at first sight, if you believed in that sort of thing.

And now there was Natalia. Beautiful, sharp-edged Natalia, who made me feel like I was always one step behind, like I was constantly trying to catch up to her, figure her out. I wanted her so badly, it was like a physical ache. But then I saw this glove, and I was thrown back into memories of that night. The feeling of that woman’s body pressed against mine, her whispered laugh in my ear.

I wondered, not for the first time, if I would ever get another invitation to that party. If I did, would I go? Even now, when I was wrapped up in this whirlwind with Natalia, I couldn’t help but think about it. About her.

I tossed the glove back into the drawer and closed it. I felt like an idiot. What was I doing? Chasing ghosts when I had something real, something tangible right in front of me.