The Billionaire's Love
If he could, he’d barge through the crowd right now, scoop her into his arms, take her to his room, and make long, passionate love to her.
Yes! If only he could. But he knew doing that was surely a stupid thing. She’d run screaming from him, and he bloody well didn’t want that. Not with Chan. With her, he wanted her to come to him willingly. With her, he wanted slow, passionate love, every single touch and every single kiss to be treasured and savored.
Yes, with Chan, their lovemaking would be that—slow and beautiful and full of love and passion.
“Chandra,” he whispered lovingly, caressing the two syllables sensually.