Secret Billionaire’s Contract Bride: Marrying My Enemy’s Lover

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Maybe it was the alcohol. The lack of inhibition freed me from the anxiety and worries that usually plagued my mind.

Or maybe I just didn’t have any excuses anymore.

Softly, I reached up my hand, my fingertips brushing against his stubbled cheeks. He glanced down at me curiously, staying perfectly still as I buried my fingers into the five o’clock shadow.

“You changed,” I murmured to myself, feeling the squareness to his jaw-the way his cheeks had lost that chubbiness from when we were kids.

He was strong and firm and real.

Damon blinked slowly at me as if he was the one drunk. Even upside down, I could see the way he enjoyed my touch, leaning into my hands.

I fluttered to the small black mole underneath his right eye, pressing down gently. That was the same.

And so were his dark eyes.

The boy I used to know had become a man before I knew it. I was the only one who hadn’t noticed.

‘You were his light when he felt hopeless, Lacey had told me.

I was the reason he was standing here today, stronger than anyone knew.

“Do you love me?”

The words fell out of my lips, with no barriers to hold them back anymore. The fear of knowing the answer didn’t come as I expected.

I already knew.

Damon’s dark eyes never left me-crashing together like a wave of an ocean meeting the lava in a volcano. We were different.

But we somehow fit together. I couldn’t believe I didn’t see it sooner.

Damon leaned down until our lips were barely brushing, and our eyes connected deeply. I could see my reflection in his gaze as he whispered

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his answer.

“I always have.”

ran my hands through his hair, pulling him

savoring the taste of us together. His hand pressed against my chin, lifting it to meet his kiss. He tasted sweeter, but I was sure it was due to the

as the blueprints he had been working on fell to the floor, and we broke away, breathing

on mine was not enough; I wanted more. I needed more. My skin felt feverish to the touch, and I wanted him so

him through his pants. I took control this time as his hands. settled loosely on my hips, and I kissed

over his c*ck, my nails scratching lightly at the fabric over it. His eyes blew wide open, and his body shuddered underneath me as he let out a quiet,

signs. My palm closed over the shape of him,

jaw clenched as

found mine-his pupils expanded with desire.

pressed my mouth against his. The kiss was sloppy and open-mouthed and scorchingly hot as we were both driven by our shared

with my tongue as I worked his buckle undone with trembling fingers, and I half-expected him to push

heavily. He watched me with dark, lidded eyes as I trailed

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it a few times. His head fell back hard

his d*ck in a firm, wet lick, the taste of him exploding, and

my lips as I took his length in, feeling the uncomfortable stretch as my mouth tried to take him in fully. He groaned, his

him beneath my mouth, moving in a rhythm, and I could hear the low groans spilling from his

way his c*ck disappeared

could until he was so deep in my throat I could barely breathe. He gripped my hair tightly, groaning like a wounded. animal as his hips jerked

coming undone. A hot, heavy spurt of his warm come burst in my mouth, and he was so deep in my throat that I had no choice but

in ragged gasps. I wiped the spend still on my lips with my thumb, smirking triumphantly at how

he looked.

mood, I pressed my thumb into my mouth, suckling at the taste of him. His burning eyes followed my every movement, looking

in with his arms as he smothered me with his gaze. A wicked smirk crawled up his lips, and I could see his desire for me.

“How naughty, Addie.”

grinned, “What are you going

enough to sting. and I

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and down over my underwear, just

he purred into my ear. “I’ll make sure to repay you all night

the air, and I shivered, the deep

wrapping my arms around his neck, but

were filled with desire but also mirth. He dipped one finger into me, and I groaned.

he pumped it slowly in and out.