บททั้งหมดของ Contract Lover : บทที่ 131 - บทที่ 140

Christopher PovI push up the hem of her pants just enough to reveal the scrape. Nothing serious, but red enough to piss me off.I clean it carefully using a damp cloth I grabbed, then apply ointment.When I press the Band-Aid in place, my fingers linger on the back of her calf. I give it a gentle squeeze, firm and possessive."Good as new," I say, smoothing the fabric back down.Her foot slips from my thigh, and she crosses her arms over her chest. "I could've done that. You need to stop with this act— you pretending to like me. It’s getting tiring."I straighten to my full height and lean in just enough that she has to tilt her chin to meet my eyes. "I know what you're capable of, angel. I wanted to do it, and I’m definitely not someone who will put up an act to please anyone." My gaze holds hers. "Lastly, I believe what you meant to say is thank you."Her cheeks flush, and she whispers, "Thank you."I’d do anything for you, Celine, even if you don’t know it yet.I give her a slow s

Celine PovI let the towel slip from my body. The warm night air brushes over exposed skin, and I feel bare. I place the towel carefully on the closest chair, pretending my hands aren't shaking, and I turn back to face him.Christopher’s jaw clenches the moment I do. He's not looking at my face, not even pretending to. His eyes drag over every inch of me—slow, intense, unblinking. And he's taking his damn time doing it, too."Fuck, what if he's judging me? Or worse? Comparing me to Joan.""Goddamn, Christopher," he mutters, like the words slipped past his lips without his permission.Oh.I guess he likes what he sees.It shouldn't matter, but my skin tingles like it does. His gaze is lighting something beneath the surface, and it's something I don't know how to control. His eyes crawl up my legs, pausing at my stomach, lingering at my chest.I swear the temperature out here got hotter within the last five seconds.Desperate to distract myself, I move to the edge of the pool and sit do

Christopher Pov Another damn day of pretending I'm focused on work when all I can think about is Celine.I knew she would be a distraction the moment I started obsessing over her.. Told myself that Veronica was lying when she told me I was in love with my wife. Told myself I would remain professional whenever I saw Philip with her at the company.That lie barely made it two weeks.That fucking bikini.If you could even call it that. Tiny little triangles that barely held those full, perfect breasts. And her ass... round, firm, bouncing with every little movement. I could stare at her all day. Touch her? Even better. I made the innocent Celine come out of her shell and I can’t get enoughThose fucking lips. Softer than I ever imagined, and I've imagined them a lot. She melted right into me. And the way she moaned? Goddamn. I want to hear it again.She's shy. Innocent. Gentle. That's perfect because I am a man who needs control. Craves it. I won't mind enforcing it, especially with so

Christopher PovI drop into my chair with a heavy thud, the leather grinding beneath me as if it knows the weight of what I’m carrying. Rage and desire, knotted so tightly together it’s choking the air in the room.My jaw clenches, muscles tight, and I slam the side of my fist against my desk just to feel something to stop myself from going out there and dragging Celine in here myself.I’m tense, wound tight, but I’m also seething. It’s a dangerous combination, and we both know who’s about to bear the brunt of it. She’s driving me insane. It wasn’t this intense with any other woman, but Celine—she makes me mad with all the mixed signals. Today she wants my attention; tomorrow she’s ignoring me after defending me.Celine has no idea how deep she’s gotten into my bloodstream. And now that she’s in there, this cold-shoulder act? This avoidance? That’s not going to happen.I can’t stand being ignored. That’s what started this fire in my chest today. No eye contact. No conversation. Preten

Christopher Pov I drag my mouth across her back, eyes locked on the mess I've made of her. My cum glistens against her spine. I lean in, and lick a slow, filthy line through it. The taste floods my mouth, thick and salty, but it only fuels the need clawing its way through my chest.I grab her by the waist and spin her around, her hair whipping with he motion. I crash my mouth onto hers, slamming our lips together as if it's the only way I'll survive.Her gasp melts into a moan as her hands fly up, clutching my chest. My tongue claims her mouth, demanding entry she willingly gives, and she sucks on it, greedy and needy. I groan so hard it vibrates her lips.My cock swells, thick and eager, pressed hard against her stomach.She doesn't realize the power she has, how she makes every thread of restraint I've ever known snap with a single look, a single word, a single touch. She can ask for my company and I will surrender it all to her.I grip her waist and lift her, setting her down on t