Mr billionaire's regret chasing his irresistible wife by Gabby Emmanuel

Wet dream and nightmare.

(ARIELLE'S POV)

I froze in place, hands instinctively flying to cover my mouth as if that would somehow undo what just happened. My eyes squeezed shut for a moment, though the damage was already done.

My mind went blank, like an error screen flashing in my head. My body froze, but my face? That betrayed me entirely, heating up faster than I could regain control.

Jared looked just as startled as I felt. His hands flew to cover himself, his face a mix of shock and frustration as he avoided meeting my gaze.

"I was just trying to ask... if you were going to use the hot tub first. If not, then I-" He stuttered, his words tripping over themselves like his brain couldn't quite catch up. He blinked rapidly, flustered. "Why did you come in?" My face burned with embarrassment, and my words refused to cooperate.

"I-uh-sorry! I didn't know!" I stammered, spinning on my heels so fast I nearly tripped.

What was I supposed to say? That I'd been so distracted on a Facetime call with Dwayne-a friend who defied explanation-that I hadn't paid attention to Jared's question?

I ducked my head, fumbling for an escape.

"Uh... maybe we can postpone this conversation until you're, um, done?" I managed, my voice pitched higher than normal. "I... uh... have something to take care of right now anyway."

Without waiting for a response, I turned and fled the room, my cheeks burning so hot I could practically feel the heat radiating off me.

As soon as I was out of earshot, I exhaled heavily, leaning against the wall. The memory of what I'd just witnessed replayed itself on a loop in my mind, vivid and entirely unhelpful.

Why the hell was I suddenly so bothered?

It wasn't like I hadn't seen him like that before. We used to share everything, even moments like this, back when things were good between us. But this? It felt... different. Like seeing him for the first time all over again.

I pressed my lips together, suppressing a nervous grin, and hurriedly grabbed my phone. Scrolling to Dwayne's contact, I quickly typed out a message:

the sudden interruption! I'll make it up to you later this

send, my

it, half-expecting a teasing quip, and smiled to myself. It was almost as if Dwayne had

made my way to the living room. I needed to wait for Jared to finish up before I could even think about the

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as I drifted into a strange, vivid dream. A man stood before me. His silhouette, sculpted and powerful, moved closer, directly sent a thrill straight to

breath hitched as his fingers brushed the belt of my robe, tugging

a trail of fire down my skin. His breath was hot against my neck, and when he finally spoke, his deep voice sent shivers through me. "You feel this, don't you?" he murmured, his

face, yet everything about him felt

found the hollow of my throat, soft and firm, teasing and reverent all at once. I blushed as his

I moved to cover myself, but he gently caught my

from me," he whispered. "You're

the curve of my hips with a possessiveness that made my heart race. The world blurred around us

but the press of

the heat of

hands finding the solid expanse of his

he melted under my touch, responding to every gasp and sigh that escaped my lips. "Say

mouth, only

head back, exposing my neck

I wanted more.

throat, and then his lips

and I drowned in it, lost in the way he

to him, desperate to hold onto the moment, to savor the

then, he brushed his lips against my taut, cherry-red nipple, silencing my question

of incredible pleasure flooded

couldn't help

breast with his large hand, pinching that nipple