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.”

filled me like a hot summer day, and I ran my hands through his hair, pulling him down to meet

savoring the taste of us together. His hand pressed against my chin, lifting it

he had been working on fell to the floor, and we broke away, breathing hard. I twisted myself so I

wanted more. I needed more. My skin felt feverish to the

my hands on his chest as I straddled him, feeling him through his pants. I took control this time as his hands. settled loosely on

chest until it drifted lightly over his c*ck, my nails scratching lightly at the fabric over it. His eyes blew wide open, and

to it, but I was past. caring for warning signs. My palm closed over

caressing him over his pants. His jaw clenched as he breathed out through his nose, his hips rising unconsciously to meet my

mine-his pupils expanded with

against his. The kiss was sloppy and open-mouthed and scorchingly hot as we were both driven by

undone with trembling fingers, and I half-expected him to push me away. To reject me over some half-baked noble

discarded somewhere on the floor, and I broke from the kiss, breathing heavily. He watched me

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my hand as I teasingly pumped it a few times. His head fell back hard against the

a firm, wet lick, the taste of him exploding, and he

his length in, feeling the uncomfortable stretch as my mouth tried to take him in fully.

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

way his

my lips, and I moved with purpose, swallowing him as far as I could until he was so deep in my throat I could barely breathe. He gripped my hair tightly, groaning like a

warm come burst in my mouth, and he was so deep in my throat that I had no choice but to swallow, some spilling

ceiling, his chest heaving in ragged gasps. I wiped the spend still on my lips with my thumb, smirking

he looked.

of him. His burning eyes followed my every movement, looking very much like he

as he smothered me with

“How naughty, Addie.”

I grinned, “What are you

just enough to sting. and I moaned as he practically tore through my shorts, his hand

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over my underwear, just enough pressure to know he was

“I’ll make sure to repay

I shivered, the deep ache

my arms around his

also mirth. He dipped one finger into me, and I groaned.

enough as he pumped it slowly in