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2026-07-26 00:16:31
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The Runaway Wife He Claimed 75.Towards our car
Amelia's POV By the time I woke up the next morning, the sunlight cut across the room, sharp enough to make me wince. I blinked it away and found Grey.His laptop rested on the table in front of him, his fingers moving across the keyboard with a steady unbothered rhythm. He looked completely absorbed in whatever he was doing, dressed like a man who had already started his day hours ago.For a moment, I didn't make a sound. I stayed still beneath the blankets, watching him. Then memories of last night came rushing back, especially the way I had forgotten every reason I was supposed to stay away from him."How was your beauty sleep?" he asked, his eyes still glued to the screen.I froze. So he knew I was awake all this time?I forced a tight, polite smile, keeping my hands tucked under the pillow. "Good morning, Mr. Grey."He finally looked over, a dry chuckle slipping past his lips. "I figured by now you'd call me Grey instead of Mr. Grey."I swallowed hard, the syllables heavy and
The Runaway Wife He Claimed 74.Spicy night with him
Amelia's POV He didn't hesitate.He sealed his mouth over my clit and sucked, firm and wet and relentless, while two fingers pushed inside me like they belonged there.“Grey—fuck–”He hummed against me, the vibration going straight through my spine.I looked down the line of my body and watched him work.His shoulders were broad between my thighs and his hair was a mess from my hands.He ate me like he had been thinking about it for weeks. Long pulls on my clit, to gue fucking into me when his fingers curled, the wet, obscene sounds filling the room.“You taste good,” he said against my skin, then went right back to sucking. I nodded, biting my lower lip. Every reason I had to stop this slid away under the heat of his mouth.I forgot the files. I forgot my own name except when he growled it against my clit.“Amelia. Come on my tongue.”My hips jerked. I grabbed his hair and held him there, shameless, grinding against his face while he sucked harder. The tension that had been sitting
The Runaway Wife He Claimed 73.You're wet
Amelia's POVMy eyes widened.What the hell just happened?My fingers went slack, and the files slipped from my hand, hitting the floor with a dull thwack.For a second, I couldn't move. I could hear my own heartbeat pounding in my ears, fast and loud enough to drown out everything else.Every warning siren in my head was screaming at me.I had already given myself enough reasons to stay away from him. The moment he realized I was Amy from the club should have been enough to keep me at a safe distance. But if he dug deeper and discovered I was Matthew's wife...What would he think of me?Would he even listen to my side of the story? Or would he look at me like I was just another liar who had played him?My thoughts were running in circles, but then his lips pressed against mine again, and everything went quiet.All that common sense dissolved the second his hand brushed my jaw.I parted my lips and kissed him back.My knees almost weakened beneath me as I melted into him. I wrapped my
The Runaway Wife He Claimed 72.Unplanned
~~Amelia~~The moment the call dropped, I groaned and collapsed backward onto the bed, letting the mattress swallow me whole.My bones felt like lead, and the jet lag was sitting heavy behind my eyes. But I couldn't afford to fall apart. Staying away from Matthew meant making my own living, and that kept me moving.I sat up, unzipped the front pocket of my suitcase to pull out the files Grey had asked for, and kicked off my shoes into the slip-on sandals I had brought with me.With a heavy breath, I walked out of my room and gave a light tap on his door.“Come in,” his voice called from the other side.I pushed the door open, and my breath caught hard in my throat.He wasn't wearing a shirt. He must have just stepped out of the shower because dark, wet strands of hair clung to his damp forehead.A thick white towel was wrapped low around his waist, and before I could stop myself, my eyes dropped straight to his chest.A hot, sudden jolt hit my stomach, sharp and embarrassing.“Never
The Runaway Wife He Claimed 71.Come to my room
The second the car crunched onto the gravel of the hotel courtyard, I looked out the window and saw him.My blood turned to ice water, every inch of my skin freezing over like a winter windowpane.Matthew.My stomach rolled over, a hot wave of nausea clawing its way right up my throat. What was he doing in Chicago? Out of all the sprawling, crowded blocks in this entire city, how was he standing right outside the exact hotel I was walking into?Was he tracking me? Did he somehow know I’d be on that plane?A hundred frantic questions buzzed inside my skull like trapped hornets. The tinted glass of the car window felt like a paper-thin shield, the only thing keeping me invisible. As long as I stayed in this backseat, he couldn't see me.“Amelia?”Grey’s voice cut through the panic. For a terrifying second, I had completely forgotten he was sitting right beside me. I couldn’t let him see this. I couldn’t let him know I was falling apart.I swallowed hard, forcing my eyebrows up and stre
The Runaway Wife He Claimed 70.Chicago
Grey’s POV“My father said you’d be here, so I came to see you off,” Amanda said, standing beside me as we watched the plane taxi toward the runway.“You didn’t have to come.” My eyes stayed on the plane. I barely had the patience to stand there, let alone listen to her.“Yes, I did.” She nodded. “I remember back in the days when you used to go on business trips. I—”“Amanda.”I cut her off before she could finish.She went quiet.I rubbed a hand over my jaw, already wondering where the hell Amelia was. If she were here, I wouldn’t have to stand around listening to Amanda drag up memories I had no interest in revisiting.Amanda turned to me.I looked back at her, my expression flat.“You need to go home,” I said. “I appreciate you coming to see me off, but it wasn't necessary.”Her lips parted, ready to argue, but a familiar voice came from behind us.“Mr. Grey.”I turned.Amelia was rolling her suitcase toward me, slightly breathless, a few strands of hair falling around her face. “
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