UNDESERVED ROMANCE WITH MR. BILLIONAIRE
he whispered, his hands sliding up under the hem of my oversized sweater, his palms warm and slightly rough against the bare skin of my stomach.
"I'm practicing," I corrected softly, tilting my head to give him better access to the sensitive skin beneath my ear. "Practicing the art of not anticipating the next crisis."
"Let me help you with that," he murmured.
His lips traced a slow, deliberate path down my throat, his thumbs lightly catching the edge of my jaw to turn my head. When his mouth found mine, it wasn’t the hurried, stolen kiss of two people hiding in Room 4 or the triumphant display in front of sixty guests. It was slow, deep, and heavy with the realization that time was entirely
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