Building a Business Empire with my Technological System

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."

Michael nodded, taking another sip of his beer. "Yeah, it was a gamble, but it paid off."

They both laughed, reminiscing about that fateful night. The comfortable silence that followed was filled with the soft sounds of the city outside. Michael leaned back on the couch, feeling content.

Meanwhile, Bridget's eyes took on a playful glint as she moved closer to Michael. She shifted on the couch, her body language becoming more suggestive. The soft glow from the city lights outside illuminated her features, casting a seductive aura around her.

"Michael," she whispered, her voice low and inviting. She placed her beer on the coffee table and leaned in, her hand gently caressing his arm. "I want you."

"What do you mean?" Michael smiled a hint of curiosity in his eyes. Bridget moved even closer, her body almost touching his, the warmth of her presence enveloping him.

Her fingers trailed up his arm, sending shivers down his spine. "I mean," she whispered, her voice soft and sultry, "I want to be close to you, Michael. Really close."

Michael's heart began to race as Bridget's face inched closer to his, her breath warm against his skin. He could see the intensity in her eyes like she'd want to go.

Bridget's lips were now just a breath away from his, her eyes searching his for any hesitation. Michael reached up, gently cupping her face in his hands. "Bridget," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

Her eyes fluttered closed as their lips finally met, a slow and tender kiss that quickly deepened with passion. Bridget's hands moved to his shoulders, pulling him closer as their kiss grew more intense. Michael's arms wrapped around her waist, holding her tightly against him.

The world outside seemed to disappear as they lost themselves in each other, their connection growing stronger with every passing moment. Bridget's fingers tangled in Michael's hair, and he responded by trailing kisses along her jawline and down her neck, eliciting a soft sigh from her.

They broke apart for a moment, both breathless and flushed.

"Are we going to do it here?" Michael asked with a blushed face.

"Yes…" Bridget smiled mischievously, her eyes sparkling with desire. She leaned in again, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, "Right here, right now."

Michael's breath hitched at her words, and he felt a surge of excitement. Bridget's hands began to explore, tracing the contours of his chest through his shirt. Her touch was electric, sending waves of heat through his body. He responded in kind, his hands sliding down her back, feeling the soft fabric of her dress under his fingertips.

Bridget shifted her position, straddling his lap and pressing herself against him. Her movements were slow and deliberate, each one designed to stoke the fire between them. Michael's hands roamed over her hips, pulling her closer as their kisses grew more urgent.

She pulled back slightly, her eyes locking onto his as she began to unbutton his shirt, her fingers deft and determined. "I want to feel you," she murmured, her voice husky with desire.

Michael's hands trembled with anticipation as he helped her, shrugging off his shirt and tossing it aside. Bridget's hands splayed across his bare chest, her touch sending shivers of pleasure through him. She leaned in again, her lips trailing hot kisses along his collarbone and down his chest.

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."