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 did he always say the

his shirt. "Then feel everything, take me," she whispered, guiding his

the slow, simmering pull

with reverence. Fingers traced skin, lips brushed scars and collarbones. Every kiss was a promise.

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

shoulder, holding him close, her body molding to his with a natural ease that made her wonder if

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

the sheets, Ruby’s head resting on

heavy. It was

before. It’s incredible," Stefan said

so too," she whispered, knowing full well the truth she couldn’t

after washing up, she helped Stefan wash up too. While Stefan climbed on the bed, she picked up her phone, her fingers

the display lit up her face in the dim room, and her eyes darted immediately to the top—there was a

bored and decided to hit a club nearby. Needed some music and chaos.

a long, shaky sigh of relief she

at the text, imagining Rayna dancing under strobe lights, drink in hand, probably charming

she felt it—Stefan

voice low and edged with concern. "You breathed like something was

him, the phone still resting in her hand. "Yeah! No! I mean nothing’s

still feel your

finding hers like it belonged there, his thumb

you mean," he said

that, the quiet between them deepened—not with distance, but with a shared understanding neither

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

place was packed with strangers—dancing bodies, the scent of cologne and sweat, and the clinking of

Ruby’s house, being quiet as a mouse, and living like a ghost in someone else’s home, she needed to

her drink and set the glass on the bar before scanning the crowd. Her eyes, bright and mischievous, skimmed over a sea of faces. Then they landed on a particular

the edge of the bar on the far side of the club, dressed in black. Tailored pants, a charcoal button-down, sleeves rolled to his forearms. He