All Chapters of Surrendering to the Billionaire: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Amelia couldn’t help but smile to herself as she sat at the sleek glass desk in office, her fingers dancing over her laptop’s keyboard. The morning had started with tension, but now it had settled into something comfortable, something that felt real. And yet, despite the relative calm, she couldn’t ignore the heat that lingered between them, the electric buzz that was always just beneath the surface. It was as if the air around them was charged, thick with unspoken words and desires that they were both trying to keep at bay. She felt she had never been good at keeping things at bay. Amelia had spent the last hour ignoring Adrian. Not because she wanted to. But because if she didn’t, she was going to do something insane, like straddle him on the couch and make them both late for work, considering the way he kep

The tension in Adrian’s shoulders hadn’t disappeared, even after Amelia had practically forced him to step away from work for the night. Whatever phone call he had received earlier had thrown him off balance, and Adrian Black was not a man who liked being off balance. Amelia felt it in the way he held her — firm, protective, but distracted. They had spent the night wrapped around each other, but even as his hands had claimed her body, his mind had been somewhere else. Now, as the morning sun filtered through the curtains, Amelia sat on the edge of the bed, watching Adrian get dressed. His movements were controlled, precise, but she caught the tightness in his jaw, the subtle way his fingers clenched at his cufflinks before securing them. 

The night air was warm, carrying the scent of salt and something subtly floral. The ocean stretched endlessly before them, moonlight rippling over the waves in a hypnotic dance. But Amelia wasn’t looking at the ocean anymore. She was looking at Adrian. He stood impossibly close, his heat pressing into her back, his arms wrapped possessively around her waist as if he had every right to hold her like this. Maybe he did. Maybe she had stopped resisting the moment she stepped onto this island with him. "Dangerous habit, sweetheart," he murmured against her ear, his breath feather-light but potent enough to send a shiver down her spine. Amelia swallowed hard, gripping the cool metal railing of the balcony as if it

The morning sun filtered through the sheer curtains, casting golden light over the rumpled sheets and tangled limbs. Amelia stirred, her body aching deliciously in places she hadn’t even known could be sore. A soft groan escaped her lips as she shifted, stretching out against the warmth beside her. Adrian. His arm was draped possessively over her waist, his bare chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. He was still asleep, his face relaxed, dark lashes fanned over his sharp cheekbones. Even in sleep, he looked like temptation incarnate. She exhaled slowly, her muscles protesting the movement. Damn him. The night before had been relentless, Adrian had taken his sweet time proving exactly why she should never challenge him. Every whispered promise, every deliberate touch had unraveled her, left her trembling and spent beneath

"You looked stunning in that dress," Adrian rasped, eyes devouring her. Amelia smirked. "And now?" His gaze darkened, his fingers tracing the bare skin he'd been longing to touch all evening. "Now?" His voice was pure sin. "You look ruined just how I like you. Why’re you so fucking beautiful, Amelia?" She looked divine and there was no way to ignore that. He cupped her breasts, reveling at the feel of their heavy weight. He grazed his fingers across her already hard nipples, then he abruptly replaced his fingers with his mouth, kissing and sucking, first one breast then the other. Amelia took Adrian by his hand and led him to the edge of her bed. Then