All Chapters of The Billionaire’s Unsigned Clause: Secretly Married My Boss: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

To top it off, a chilled bottle of champagne sat in a silver ice bucket beside a delicate glass bowl of chocolate-covered strawberries."Are we seriously trapped in here?!" Alexa gasped, her hands flying to her head as she backed away from the bed like it was a live bomb. "No way in hell! One bed?! It’s not even big enough! Damn it, Washington, there isn't even a couch!"She was completely, utterly furious, her cheeks flushed bright red under the warm candle glow.She marched toward the giant mahogany wardrobe, throwing the double doors open so hard the wood rattled. "There has to be extra blankets or a spare pillow in here—"She froze mid-sentence, her jaw dropping in sheer, absolute horror.I stepped up behind her, looking over her shoulder into the closet. Hanging neatly on satin hangers was a line of silk robes for me, and an aggressive collection of Alexa's sleepwear—every single piece constructed out of black lace, sheer mesh, and silk nighties so thin they looked practically in

"Just take me, Washington!" she gasped, her nails digging hard into the muscles of my shoulders.I drove forward.Slowly, agonizingly, I pushed into her heat, filling her completely in one smooth, relentless stroke. A loud, shattering moan tore from Alexa's chest, her back arching off the mattress as her tight, velvet walls clutched around me with a terrifying, intoxicating grip. I buried my face in the crook of her neck, letting out a low, guttural groan as the sheer perfection of being inside her nearly brought me to my knees.I paused for a fraction of a second, letting her adjust, but Alexa had zero patience left. Her hips surged up to meet mine, setting a frantic, wild rhythm that obliterated the last remnants of my sanity.I began to move, driving into her with a deep, heavy cadence that sent the bed frame groaning against the floor.The soft glow of the flickering candles cast long, dancing shadows across her bare skin, illuminating the sheer lace bunched around her waist, her

And then, without an ounce of warning, he drove all the way in.He plunged into my wet heat in one deep, brutal, relentless stroke, filling me so completely that the breath was knocked clean out of my lungs."Ah!" I screamed into his mouth, my eyes snapping wide open as a shared, guttural moan tore from both of our throats simultaneously.My inner walls clamped down around him with a desperate, crushing grip, welcoming the thick, stretch of his length inside me. Jerome buried his face in the crook of my neck, letting out a heavy, ragged growl as he held himself buried to the hilt, letting our bodies adjust to the sudden, explosive perfection of being joined together."You're so tight, Alexa," he grunted into my skin, his chest heaving against mine, his hips beginning a slow, heavy pulse that had me clutching at his back for dear life. "So damn wet for me.""Shut up and move," I gasped, locking my ankles behind his waist, pulling him deeper.He didn't need to be told twice. Jerome set

What the hell was I doing? What was I thinking?I pressed my palms to my burning eyes, trying to stop the sudden, angry sting of tears. I had let myself get entirely swept away by a couple of passionate nights, a few romantic gestures, and the illusion of intimacy. I had forgotten the harsh, unyielding reality of my situation.I wasn't his wife. I was a temp assistant bound by a two-year legal document. I was a pawn in his grandfather's twisted game, trapped under an absurd five-month deadline to produce an heir just so the Washington empire wouldn't crumble.To Jerome, Anna was his real family—his childhood partner, the woman he fiercely protected, the person he smiled at with genuine, tender warmth. I was just the girl who signed on the dotted line. I was just "Tomato."I stood up from the bed, letting the silk sheet pool onto the floor, and looked at my reflection in the full-length mirror. My hair was wild, my lips were still slightly swollen, and dark faint bruises marking his t

Julie gasped, her eyes widening in sheer terror as she scrambled to gather her purse. "M-Mr. Washington! I am so sorry! We lost track of time!"Henry frowned slightly, his polite, aristocratic demeanor wavering as he slowly stood up to meet Jerome's imposing height. "Is there a problem here, mate? We were simply catching up.""The problem," Jerome rasped, his voice dripping with venom as he took a step closer, completely ignoring Henry to lock his dark, possessive gaze onto mine, "is that my employees are twenty minutes late from their lunch break."I felt a surge of defiant heat rise up my neck. I stood up, casually smoothing down my blazer, matching his lethal glare with an icy, unbothered smile."My apologies, Mr. Washington," I said, my tone as smooth and cold as glass. "We were just leaving."Julie hurriedly apologised again, blushing furiously as she offered Henry a sweet, shy peck on the cheek. "It was so wonderful to see you, Henry. Thank you for the coffee.""Anytime, my darl