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:

it up to you later this evening.

send, my pulse still

teasing quip, and smiled to myself. It was

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

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me, damp and twisted, as I drifted into a strange, vivid dream. A man stood before me. His silhouette, sculpted and

the belt of

breath was hot against my neck, and

couldn't respond. I didn't even see his face, yet everything about him felt achingly familiar. My

soft and firm, teasing and reverent all at

I moved to cover myself, but he gently caught my hands and

me,"

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

left but the

the heat of

reached for him, my hands finding the solid expanse of

gasp and sigh

mouth, only to

back, exposing

I wanted more.

and then his

I drowned in it, lost in the way he made me feel like I was the

to savor the way he made me

my taut, cherry-red nipple,

of incredible

help

my other breast with his large hand, pinching that nipple each time he dragged the one