Substitute Wife For The Blind CEO

Chapter 40: Can I Join You?

Stefan’s jaw clenched slightly, like he was fighting some internal battle—but it only lasted a second. His hands rose, one cupping her cheek, the other sliding to her lower back, guiding her closer. His touch was unhurried, but firm and certain.

Ruby found herself shifting, straddling his lap instinctively, needing to be near him—with him—not just in proximity, but in soul. She knew she was dancing on a razor-thin line between lies and truth, but in that moment, all she could focus on was him—his touch, his need, the way his breath deepened with every inch of closeness.

His lips found hers again, this time bolder, hungrier. Their mouths moved in sync, a rhythm that grew with each heartbeat, with each brush of skin. Ruby let her hands roam, exploring his broad shoulders, the firm lines of his chest beneath his shirt.

"God..." he whispered between kisses, his fingers brushing along her spine. "You feel like something I dreamed about but never thought I’d touch. You feel different today."

His words undid her as she let loose all her reservations.

Ruby moaned softly into his mouth, and that sound—low, real, raw—made Stefan grip her tighter. She could feel the tension coiled in his body, the restraint but she didn’t let him go.

He broke the kiss again, breathing hard. "If this is too much—if you want to stop—just say so."

"I don’t," she said, voice trembling. "I don’t want to stop."

Though she knew it was barely a week she had married him and shouldn’t be doing this as it was still to early, she just couldn’t help.

A question crossed her mind about what she’d do in the coming year when she was already losing herself this way but then, she didn’t care.

He reached up slowly, his hand finding the curve of her neck, his thumb brushing just beneath her jaw as if memorizing the shape of her. "You’re so beautiful," he murmured. "Every time I touch you, it feels like the world quiets down."

Ruby bit her lip, overwhelmed by the gentle intensity in his voice.

She pressed her forehead to his again. "I don’t know what’s happening to me," she confessed in a shaky whisper. "But I don’t want it to stop either."

Neither moved for a moment, both simply breathing in each other.

Then, gently, Stefan stood—carrying her with ease as she clung to him instinctively. He walked them the few steps to the bed and laid her down with such care that it made her heart twist.

He sat beside her, brushing her hair from her face. "I wish I could see you right now," he said softly. "But I can feel everything. And you feel... like everything I didn’t know I needed."

parted in silent wonder. How

"Then feel everything, take me," she whispered, guiding his hands to her

the slow, simmering pull of

collarbones. Every kiss was a promise. Every touch was an

just physical—it was emotional, pleasure feeling them both from inside

gasped against his shoulder, holding him close, her body molding to his with a

each whisper of skin on skin. But the tension built, fierce and tender, until neither could hold back. They came undone together—shaking, clinging, breathless, Ruby moaning cries of pleasure and Stefan muttering silent

they lay tangled in the sheets, Ruby’s head resting on his chest, Stefan’s

between them was no longer heavy.

before. It’s incredible," Stefan said quietly,

"I think so too," she whispered, knowing full well the truth she couldn’t yet tell would shatter

after washing up, she helped Stefan wash up too. While Stefan climbed on the bed, she picked up her phone, her fingers curling around it as she unlocked the screen, wanting

the dim room, and her eyes darted immediately to

Needed some music

exhaled, a long, shaky sigh of relief she hadn’t even realized she was holding

lights, drink in hand, probably charming half the room

when she felt

edged with concern. "You breathed

her hand. "Yeah! No! I mean nothing’s wrong." she whispered. "I’m

"It’s just...tonight was the best. Even now, I still feel your touch, Stefan," she admitted quietly.

between them. Then Stefan reached out, his hand finding hers like it belonged there, his thumb

he said softly.

the quiet between them deepened—not with distance, but with a

there, the bass thumped through the floor beneath her heels, matching the wild beat of her heart. Rayna stood in the middle

strangers—dancing bodies, the scent of cologne and sweat, and

of hiding in Ruby’s house, being quiet as a mouse, and living like a ghost in someone else’s home, she needed to feel again. To move. To laugh. To be Rayna—the woman who owned every room she

the crowd. Her eyes, bright

on the far side of the club, dressed in black. Tailored pants, a charcoal button-down, sleeves rolled to his forearms. He had a quiet confidence in the way he held himself, and when he took a sip