Don’t Fall for the Billionaire Lover by Rosa Winters

Just finished buttoning up his shirt, Connor stood in front of the mirror, adjusting his tie. He had washed it twice last night. Lately, he seemed even more particular about cleanliness than Chloe.

Chloe had slept like a baby the night before. She awoke feeling refreshed and full of energy. As she tossed back the covers, her white silk nightgown shimmered softly, like moonlight draping over her. Her long hair flowed down her back, her eyes were deep and inviting, and her lips were a striking shade of red.

She looked like a Persian cat stretching awake, lying on her side, one hand supporting her head, the other beckoning Connor with a playful finger. "Honey, come here..."

From the mirror, Connor caught a glimpse of Chloe's slender yet shapely figure. The neckline of her gown teased with glimpses of skin as she moved. For a moment, Connor felt his tie tighten unbearably, making it hard to breathe. He yanked it off and headed over to the bed. "Awake, did you sleep well last night?"

Chloe naturally wrapped her arms around him, resting her cheek on his shoulder, and murmured, "Where are you off to?"

"Off to work. Do you want to come with me?"

Chloe slipped her hand under Connor's shirt, feeling his firm abs. "Nah, I'll pass. It'd be a snooze fest for me. I'll pop by the cafe later."

Ann's little cafe had just been spruced up. It wasn't a brand-new place; Chloe had previously leased it to someone else, and it had recently changed hands. It used to be a private dining spot, so the decor and kitchen gear were already there. A bit of freshening up, and it was good to go. The grand opening was just days away.

her hands, Chloe often went to the cafe to help out. Ann, in turn, always whipped up something tasty for her, making it the perfect place for a complimentary

her teasing, felt his desire rekindle, despite the cold shower he'd taken to simmer down. He grabbed Chloe's arms and pinned her playfully, "What

had crept up to ten in the morning. Connor had already

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