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

Chapter 22

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.”

a hot summer day, and I ran my

opened, and I nipped at his lower lip, savoring the taste of us together. His hand pressed against my chin,

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

mine was not enough; I wanted more. I needed

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

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, hot exhale.

was past. caring for warning signs. My palm closed over the shape of

I replied, coyly, caressing him over his pants. His jaw clenched as he breathed out

found mine-his pupils expanded

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

as I worked his buckle undone with trembling fingers, and I half-expected him to push me away. To reject me

discarded somewhere on the floor, and I broke from the kiss, breathing heavily. He watched me with dark, lidded eyes as I trailed down until I was eye-level, crawling onto his

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

underside of his d*ck in a firm, wet lick,

my lips as I took his length in, feeling the uncomfortable stretch as my mouth tried to

moving in a rhythm, and I could hear the low groans spilling from his mouth, his hips. lurching with every

staring at the way his c*ck disappeared into

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 wounded. animal as his hips jerked into

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 throat that I had no

ragged gasps. I wiped the spend still on my lips with

he looked.

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

he had me on my back, caging me in with his arms as he smothered me with his gaze. A wicked smirk crawled up his lips, and I could see his

“How naughty, Addie.”

“What are you going to do about it?”

enough to sting. and

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down over my underwear, just

ear. “I’ll make sure to repay you all

to the air, and I shivered, the deep

wrapping my arms around his neck, but he only grinned,

were filled with desire but also mirth. He dipped

enough as he pumped it slowly