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.”

I ran my hands through his hair, pulling

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

away,

not enough; I wanted more. I needed more. My skin felt feverish to the touch,

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

chest until it drifted lightly 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

for warning signs. My palm closed over the shape of him, feeling the heat of it as it hardened under my hand. “What are

over his pants. His jaw clenched as he breathed out through his nose, his hips

mine-his pupils expanded

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

him to push me away. To reject me over some half-baked noble reason like

kiss, breathing heavily. He watched me with dark, lidded eyes as I trailed down until I was eye-level, crawling onto his lap.

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His head fell back hard against the headboard, a gutted sound falling from his lips as his hands clenched the bedsheets.

against the underside of his d*ck in a firm, wet lick, the taste of him exploding, and he shuddered beneath

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

hand worked him beneath my mouth, moving in a rhythm, and I could hear the low groans spilling from his mouth, his hips. lurching with every gentle squeeze of my

at the way his c*ck disappeared into the hot

deep in my throat I could barely breathe. He

mouth, jolting like an electrical current between us, and then he was coming undone. A hot, heavy spurt of his warm come burst in my mouth, and he was so deep in my

the ceiling, his chest heaving in ragged gasps. I

he looked.

into my mouth, suckling at the taste of him. His burning eyes followed my every movement, looking very much like he wanted to eat me

me on my back, caging me in with his arms as he smothered me with

“How naughty, Addie.”

I grinned, “What are you going to do

sting. and I moaned

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down over my underwear, just enough pressure to know

he purred into my ear. “I’ll make sure to

and I shivered, the deep ache

around his

desire but also mirth. He dipped one finger into me,

as he pumped it slowly in and out.