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."

and fell, her lips parted in silent wonder. How

and tugged at the hem of his shirt. "Then feel everything, take me," she whispered, guiding his hands to her

no rush. No desperation. Only the slow, simmering pull of something real, something

other—not with urgency, but with reverence. Fingers traced skin, lips brushed scars and collarbones. Every kiss was a promise. Every touch was an answer to a

it wasn’t just physical—it was emotional, pleasure feeling them both from inside to the

to his with a

the tension built, fierce and tender, until neither could hold back. They came undone together—shaking, clinging, breathless, Ruby moaning

in the sheets,

them was no longer heavy. It was soft. Intimate. Full of

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

whispered, knowing full well the truth she couldn’t

climbed on the bed, she picked up her phone, her

in the dim room, and her eyes darted immediately to the top—there

nearby. Needed some

a long, shaky sigh of relief she

strobe lights, drink

when she felt it—Stefan shifting beside

okay?" he asked, his voice low and edged with concern.

him, the phone still resting in her hand. "Yeah!

soft, almost embarrassed smile. "It’s just...tonight was the best. Even now, I still feel your touch, Stefan," she admitted quietly. "Even though you’re not touching me and we’ve been done for a while

reached out, his hand finding hers like it belonged there, his thumb grazing the

exactly what you mean," he said softly.

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

bass thumped through the floor beneath her heels, matching the wild beat of her heart. Rayna stood in the middle of the crowded club, swaying to the music under

bodies, the scent of cologne and sweat, and the clinking of glasses—but

like a ghost in someone else’s home, she needed

on the bar before scanning the crowd. Her eyes, bright and mischievous, skimmed over a sea of faces.

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