Don’t Fall for the Billionaire Lover by Rosa Winters

Chapter 1108

"Even when I was ten, I had a crush on you."

Chloe pushed herself up, slender arms braced on the sides of the wheelchair, and leaned in, pressing her lips to Connor's without hesitation.

Connor wrapped his arms around her and pulled her onto his lap.

Their kiss was slow and deep, full of warmth and longing.

As they lingered close, Chloe's voice dropped to a teasing whisper. “Tonight's just

us. Feels like forever since we had the place to ourselves."

Connor's ears turned bright red. "But... I can't move..."

He'd spent so long focusing on rehab and recovery that intimacy had been out of the question for months.

But that kiss-Chloe could feel it he was already undone.

She shot him a mischievous look, glancing down. "The only thing you can't move right now is your legs, not your—"

Connor cut her off, mortified. "Chloe! Aren't you embarrassed?"

"We're practically an old married couple. What's there to be shy about?"

Chloe knew what was on his mind.

In bed, Connor had always been the one in control, always finding ways to make her happy.

She leaned in, lips brushing his ear. "You're always spoiling me. Tonight, let me take care of you, okay?"

cheeks were

a coma for a year. His legs barely worked. He was terrified

he gritted his teeth. "I don't want

rolled her hips just

Connor's brows furrowed,

"Fine, then."

stood up, quick and decisive. "I'll just go to bed, then.

a step, Connor grabbed her

right back onto his

patience you have when

go now would be

tilted her head back and laughed, bright and

her smooth, swan-like neck and just had to press a kiss to her

this just to

didn't expect to end up outsmarted by her own

Chloe fell

opened, Connor turned out to be completely

two whole days-almost forty-eight hours-Chloe barely left their

time, day and night blurring together,

of sunset streamed in through the giant

Connor's bare chest, tracing circles with her finger as she recited softly, "Too weak to move, melting in your arms, sweat

wife's a poet. All I can say is... how

almost

way. She

just remembered—I have work to

She

thea quick escape, barely

pull on her clothes, and fast shower,