The Broken-hearted She And The Icy He

Chapter 539 Sweet Revenge

Chapter 539 Sweet Revenge

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But when Lily met James’s dark, smoldering gaze, she couldn’t help thinking his reaction was a little over the top.

Her face burned under the weight of his stare. Flustered, she tried to divert his attention.

“James, how did you manage to find Winston and Jennie so quickly, and convince them to testify against Elsa?”

“I had people keeping tabs on Elsa,” he answered curtly. “As for Winston and Jennie–everyone has weaknesses. You just need to know where to press.”

Lily nodded knowingly, then pressed on, still trying to keep him from staring holes through her. “So Marilyn really was involved in this? She and Elsa…”

But James had already used every ounce of self–control just to answer her first question.

Now, with desire surging and reason collapsing, he couldn’t even hear her words anymore.

All he could see was her–every line of her body luring him closer, pulling him under.

“James? Why are you looking at me like that? Do I have something on me? You–mmph—”

Before she could finish, he had swept her into his arms, one hand clamped around her slender waist, the other sliding across her back, melting her resistance until she was soft as water.

She had wanted to ask more questions, to get him to be serious.

But the moment she opened her lips, his mouth was already on hers, burning her like fire.

“Lily, we agreed in the car. That kiss didn’t count. You owe me another when we got

back.”

rained down,

in a vast ocean, her lungs filling with heat, his hoarse, desire–laden voice the only thing

She wanted to cry.

that? She was exhausted, all she wanted

kiss him, he wouldn’t

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she did like his kisses, liked the way he

response would satisfy him, calm him, let them

she kissed back, he only deepened it, his hand supporting her waist, worshiping every inch of her, as if he meant

James always woke early.

opened—and he realized something soft

She held him tightly, face

up in her restless sleep, baring smooth, pale legs

of deep wine–red silk and luminous white skin made his breath quicken, his body

his face

soon–twins, no less. His heart thrilled

could look, he could

presence pressed

blinked groggily, noticing his face turned away, feigning peaceful

shifted, she felt

flamed red,

He actually…

felt scorched, and

he’d kissed her breathless, refusing to stop,

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