The Billionaire's Tender Bargain
Every motion, sigh, and breath felt like music only the two could hear.
She tugged at his shirt, lifting it inch by inch. He raised his arms, letting her pull them over his head and toss them aside. Then, her hands were on his bare skin, fingers splaying over his chest muscles. She felt the tension there give way under her touch.
Devon’s lips returned to her neck and then lowered, pressing kisses over the swell of her breast, the fabric of her top a thin barrier between them. “Sabihin mo kung gusto mong tumigil,” he whispered, his voice trembling slightly.
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