บททั้งหมดของ Seducing My Own Billionaire Husband: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

"What's good, Arty? I see you've already met my 'wife'," Jack intervened, shaking Arthur's hand tightly enough to make him wince a bit."Didn't know my wife was out here job-hunting. I thought doing 'me' was enough," he added, faking a chuckle before letting go.The sarcasm in his voice was a new kind of music to my ears. Annoying, but somehow enjoyable at the same time.He snaked his arm around my waist and pulled me closer, as if he’d ever wanted me near.When I shifted my gaze at him, his charming smile didn’t quite reach his eyes and it was already in place. Only if looks could kill, Jack would’ve murdered Arthur on the spot."Can't blame her for exploring options, Jack. Especially when the husband abandoned such a very beautiful young lady," Arthur replied, passing his stare to me and winking."Back off, Arthur. You’re trying to rent an already occupied space," Jack warned, his grip on my waist tightening.I cleared my throat and forced a tight smile. "Uhm… I think you both know

“Sir, Ms. De Loughrey is here. Should I let her in?” Jack froze. His eyes widened, hands still hovering near me. Not even a muscle moved as he processed what he just heard. I didn’t need to look at him. His pulse told me everything. “Were you expecting company?” I asked, my voice soft but could definitely cut. He immediately denied it. “I—” he stammered. Exhaling audibly, I crossed my arms, watching him scramble for words. He took a step back and went for the intercom. “Tell her to—uh… wait.” He cleared his throat, glancing at me with guilty eyes that gave him away. I sucked my inner cheek. Here I thought he was a businessman, an expert in negotiation, a man who knew how to keep deals intact. Yet here he was, breaching the one contract we both signed. He straightened, rubbing the bottom of his nose like a man cornered for his life, which he definitely is. “Ms. De Loughrey, huh?” I tilted my head, smiling in disappointment. “You mean that woman you 'swore' you alread

"Now, tell me, Jack. Does she kiss you like I do?" I asked softly, placing my hands on his neck and letting my fingertips trace invisible lines on his skin. "I never felt hunger from kissing someone until you," he answered. Those ocean eyes were drowsy, thirsty for more of my lips, wanting more, needing more. "Is that true?" My fingers found his chest, right where his heart was. He began to breathe unevenly, as if my touch made it hard for him to breathe. "Very," he exhaled. "And who’s better in bed?" I asked, my eyes hopeful yet glued to his body as I felt the ridges of his toned abdomen. "Anna was wild..." he said. My hands froze as I listened to the threatening shatter of my hope. "...but you’re more interesting. You keep surprising me," he added, and suddenly my hope began to heal. "I always thought you were someone who couldn’t even imagine something like this. But right now... you’ve got me cuffed, and hard." I bit my lip, hearing the smile in his words as my eyes

"No," Jack uttered with finality. He stood there in the doorway, wearing nothing but a white towel, the only thing stopping me from falling to my knees and worshipping the thick, heavy thing beneath it. I took a deep breath, feeling my bloated stomach getting squeezed by the button of my slacks after overeating. He drained me. I needed a refill. I think I even ate the plate. The aftershock of Jack’s manmade earthquake still rippling through me, showing in the way my legs kept trembling. Little quivers came and went without warning. My lips were still numb, still exhausted, and I think I might need to stop by the hospital to request a wheelchair. Every step I took felt like a fifty-percent chance I’d just collapse and start crawling to my destination. But I doubted I’d get anywhere. Not with this gorgeous piece of perfection blocking my way. He placed his hands on both sides of the doorway, flexing just enough for his chest and arms to look even more sinful. His eyes, thos

Jack moved behind me as I bent over the table, lining up my first shot. I didn't expect him to follow me so closely, but I felt him.I could feel his warmth, giving me that burning sensation across my back, that faint brush of his pants against my slacks."You're holding the cue too high," he said, his voice dropping a register so deep it tingled over my skin. He slid his hands over mine, steadying my grip. "Like this," he guided.I swallowed hard, fighting the distraction called Jack Winehouse. "I know how to play, thank you.""Hm..." he mused, leaning a little closer. "Then show me.""I could if you give me space," I said, and he immediately stepped back with his hands raised as if he was surrendering.I inhaled deeply and took my shot. The ball rolled cleanly into the pocket with a soft thud."Impressive," he admitted, eyebrows shooting upward."That's one question for me.""Ask away."I traced my thumb along the cue, pretending to think, though the question had been sitting on my