LOVING A MARRIED BILLIONAIRE
It was all the words he couldn’t say, all the feelings he had buried deep inside, crashing to the surface all at once.
I melted against him, my hands fisting in the fabric of his suit jacket, kissing him back with everything I had kept locked away for three years. Every quiet night, every stolen glance, every sigh I had swallowed—they all poured into that kiss. It was wrong. It was forbidden. He was another woman’s husband. But in that moment, nothing else existed. Not the world outside. Not the scandal waiting to happen. Not the consequences that would inevitably follow. Just him. Just us.