Lahat ng Kabanata ng Wife for Hire: Marrying My Ex-Husband's Boss: Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

Denver's POV“I want it fast.”“Hush, Wisdom,” I darted at her with a pair of smiling eyes. “All good things happen to those who know how to wait.”“BUT I WANT IT FAST—“Before she could continue to yell, I clasped her two legs and tightened it on my hips. I made her two, silky smooth two legs wrap around my hips so that I can ride faster.I fucked and thrusted and banged her until the heat from her body leaked onto mine, courtesy of her profusely sweating.“Denver…please…” I inched nearer to her mouth. “I…want…it…fast.”My eyes went wide. That kind of speed wasn’t enough then. I brought her legs to either side of her neck. Standing at the edge of the table, I made a quarter of her body reach at the edge, ready to greet my dick which was resting for a minute.“You shall have what you hav

“So you’re a happy-go-lucky man, then.”“Hmm. I am everything that I am not now. My life was monotonous then. A humdrum…” I watch a tear cascade from his glorious face. Ever since I met Denver, crying seems to be the only comfort I have—like a teddy bear that makes me smile wherever I go and whenever I go.“And from that second I laid the windows of my soul to you, I knew then…that life isn’t just composed of hearts just beating in our chest. It is meant to beat with someone else—to sing together the hymn of love and affection. And it was you, the missing piece of my soul, the other one who holds the heart that my heart would like to beat with. I only intend to ‘hire’ you because I am afraid of rejection. I also used that opportunity for your two greatest rivals since they are my employees. I’m sorry for using you as a pawn to achieve my greatest desire, my Queen.” Denver brushed hi

Wisdom’s POVI tried to drag him towards the emergency exit, which this house miraculously has but the stalker fired towards me, hitting the leather couch.His gun pointed at me again but the glass door is bulletproof. I shut it close and breathed as I glared at the man in black and his mouth twitched upwards to a smirk.‘Why did he freaking smirk?’ I whispered.But seeing Denver lying on the ground…I gathered all the strength I have and brought him to the panic room. But the stalker, who was still standing outside, saw me doing it. He already knows he was in there. Never mind, he cannot open it anyway. Once the panic room is closed, it can only be open from the inside.I brought him inside and, I don’t know if it’s really true or is my mind just playing tricks on me but Denver blinked his eyes and tried to move his arm. I blinked and he was back to what he was: eyes closed but still brea

Denver’s POV“My love for you is like the moon, Wisdom,” I breathed into her ears as I halted at her entrance.Then in a kiss, I went inside as fast and as gentle, my movement a decadent motion.“Sometimes it’s half, often it's a quarter. Rarely do you see me at all like the new moon. But in all times, it’s full.” She howled as I began to thrust inside. Unable to keep her mouth shut, I grinned. “I am the moon to your night, Linnea. You may often not see me shining but I assure you, I am always there to brighten your darkest of times.”“Indeed, we fit together like puzzle pieces,” I got it out and she devoured my flesh as if she was the predator.“Let me be your prey, my love.” So she did. She climbed on top of me, exposing her beauty and graceful nakedness. I am cornered by my beautiful predator. How could I resist?“You are the triangle

Wisdom's POVI moaned, sweet and soft.I plunged my fingers into his hair. He hoisted a hand beside my head and let out a low laugh. I watched him, breathless and braless, as he took that hand and traced a circle around my other breast. Then lower, until he kissed my belly button to where my twins were—to where our children are.I snarled at him, a silent order. He pulled out his dick and found the space it was meant to cuddle between my boobs. He ground his hips against me, making me need more of him. Denver’s mouth crashed into mine, his bare skin so warm against my own. I gripped his face and his hands found my waist and clasped it.Denver pulled back again and I let out a bark of protest that choked off into a gasp as he gripped my legs and yanked me to the edge of the table, hooking my legs over his shoulders to rest on either side.My husband’s hand was pinning my hips to the table. And when his tongue found my cave, I reached up to grip the edge of the table, to hold tightly on