Chapter 360: Escaping Responsibilities Part 3 (R18)

Michael and Bridget exited the Lamborghini and walked toward the elevator, the underground garage echoing softly with their footsteps. The cool air of the garage was a stark contrast to the warmth they had experienced during their trip. Michael pressed the button for the elevator, and they stepped inside as the doors opened smoothly.

As the elevator ascended, Bridget leaned against Michael, her head resting on his shoulder. "This trip was amazing," she said softly, a content smile playing on her lips.

Michael wrapped an arm around her. "I'm glad you enjoyed it. We needed this break."

The elevator dinged, and the doors slid open to reveal the luxurious hallway leading to Michael's penthouse. They walked to the door, and Michael unlocked it, letting Bridget step inside first. The penthouse was spacious and modern, with large windows offering a stunning view of the city skyline.

"Home sweet home," Michael said, closing the door behind them.

Bridget kicked off her shoes and stretched, looking around the familiar surroundings. "It's good to be back, but I already miss the beach."

Michael chuckled. "We can always plan another trip. For now, how about we relax with some beers?"

"Sounds perfect," Bridget replied, walking over to the couch and sinking into its plush cushions.

Michael headed to the kitchen, opening the fridge to grab a couple of cold beers. He returned to the living room, handed one to Bridget, and sat down beside her. They clinked their bottles together before taking a refreshing sip.

"This is nice," Bridget said, leaning back and putting her feet up on the coffee table. "No rush, no plans. Just us."

Michael nodded, taking another sip of his beer. "Exactly what we needed. Just some time to unwind."

They sat in comfortable silence for a while, the soft hum of the city below filling the room. Michael looked over at Bridget, appreciating the way the soft light from the lamps highlighted her features.

"Remember when we first met?" he asked suddenly, a nostalgic smile on his face.

Bridget laughed softly. "How could I forget? We were at the casino and you are playing poker against me. You were quite a bold man."

"Well I needed the money to start my venture on solar panels," Michael chuckled. "Oh, it was sure a good time. It was truly unorthodox for a business owner like me to earn investment through gambling."

"There is no shame in that," Bridget replied, smiling warmly. "You did what you had to do, and look where it got you. It's impressive, really."

He let out a low groan, his hands tangling in her hair as she continued her exploration. The intensity of their connection was almost overwhelming, each touch, each kiss, heightening their desire. Michael's hands moved to the hem of her dress, lifting it slowly as he kissed her deeply.

Bridget arched her back, allowing him to pull the dress over her head and discard it. She was left in just her lacy undergarments, the sight of her nearly taking his breath away. Her skin was warm and inviting, and he couldn't resist running his hands over her curves.

"Michael," she breathed, her voice filled with longing. She pressed herself against him, her hands exploring every inch of his torso. "I need you."

Their lips met again in a searing kiss, and Michael's hands moved to unclasp her bra, letting it fall away. He marveled at her beauty, his hands cupping her breasts as he kissed her neck, her shoulders, anywhere his lips could reach.

Bridget's hands found the waistband of his pants, and she began to undo them with a sense of urgency. Michael's breath quickened as he helped her, their movements becoming more frantic as the intensity of their desire built.

Finally, they were free of their remaining clothes, their bodies pressed together, skin against skin.

Michael lifted Bridget slightly, positioning her above him as their eyes met, the connection between them palpable.

With a slow, deliberate movement, he guided her down onto him, their bodies joining in a perfect, intimate dance. Bridget let out a soft moan, her head falling back as she moved against him, the pleasure building with every motion.

Michael's hands gripped her hips, helping her find a rhythm that sent waves of ecstasy through both of them. Their breaths mingled, their hearts beating in sync as they lost themselves in each other. The room around them faded away, leaving only the sensation of their bodies and the intensity of their connection.

They moved together in perfect harmony, each touch, each kiss driving them closer to the edge. Michael could feel the tension building within him, and he knew Bridget was feeling the same. Her movements became more urgent, her moans louder as they approached their climax.

Finally, with a shuddering gasp, they reached the peak of their pleasure together, their bodies trembling with the force of their release. Bridget collapsed against him, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she buried her face in his neck.

Michael held her tightly, his own breath uneven as he savored the feeling of their shared intimacy. They remained like that for a while, wrapped in each other's arms, the world outside forgotten.

"I love you, Bridget," Michael whispered, his voice filled with emotion.

Bridget lifted her head, her eyes shining with tears of happiness. "I love you too, Michael. More than anything."

"Do you want to go another round?" Michael asked playfully, his fingers tracing gentle patterns on her back.

Bridget laughed softly. "As tempting as that sounds, I think we should save some energy for tomorrow."

Michael smiled, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. "You're right. We have a lot to look forward to."