Don’t Fall for the Billionaire Lover by Rosa Winters

Chloe pushed against his chest, sending him stumbling. They kissed their way from the balcony to the bedroom, her fingers deftly unbuttoning Connor's shirt. Each touch felt like it set his skin on fire. Ever since their breakup, Connor had been bottling up his desires, and now he was finding it hard to resist her teasing. His body temperature skyrocketed, feeling like a branding iron. He was just about to pull Chloe into a fierce embrace and press her down onto the bed when, suddenly, she shoved him hard. He stumbled straight into the bathroom.

As the door slammed shut, he heard Chloe's cool, detached voice, "Get in there!" Connor was left bewildered, trying to process what had just happened. The bathroom door was already locked from the outside.

"Chloe, are you trying to kill me?" he shouted, his voice a mix of anger and frustration.

"Take a cold shower; you won't die," she replied nonchalantly. Then, she cracked the door open just enough to add, "If that doesn't do it, handle it yourself!" Before he could respond, she closed and locked the door again.

Connor saw Chloe's head peek in for a brief moment before disappearing. He punched the wall in frustration. Damn it! He knew her sudden change in behavior was a setup, but he hadn't expected her to be so ruthless.

he sighed in exasperation at his own boner. His fingers clenched into fists as he took a few deep breaths to calm down.

and his kissing skills were top-notch. She

in the house any longer. Once Connor got out, she wasn't sure she'd

unique charm—all the servers were handsome young men, aged between twenty and twenty-five. Well, since she's already here, she might

hear was the

someone to take her to the island's bar. Nestled halfway up a hill, the

trouble and was immediately struck by the size of the place. It wasn't just a bar it was a high-end club offering