The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

Percival glanced up and found himself staring into Vivienne’s eyes, filled with desire. He coughed awkwardly.

“I’ll just go get changed.”

He rarely visited this villa, and even when he did, he preferred to shower in the master bedroom upstairs.

Today, he had come home late after wrapping up some work and figured that Vivienne would be arriving soon, so he decided to freshen up downstairs.

He never expected to bump into Vivienne like this.

Her gaze seemed to devour him.

The feeling was mutual.

Yet, they weren’t married yet, and Percival didn’t want to take things too far before their wedding day. He believed that was the greatest respect he could show Vivienne.

Just as Percival was about to change, Vivienne pounced, wrapping her legs around his waist, her voice dripping with seduction. “Mr. Wolf, can’t wait for me to take you? Denial isn’t your strong suit!”

Percival was speechless, denying it inwardly, “That’s not true, not at all.”

Vivienne eyed his thin, enticing lips, swallowing hard.

What should she do? She was dying for a taste! But it seemed Mr. Wolf wasn’t too keen on the idea.

Would it be so wrong to steal a kiss?

Percival, feeling her gaze, said helplessly, “Vivienne, you’re drooling!”

“You’re too tempting!” Vivienne admitted, aware of her own desire.

It was pathetic, really. She had no defense against Mr. Wolf’s irresistible charm.

Percival, holding Vivienne, said tenderly, “Darling, come down. We’ve got business to attend to.”

Vivienne intended to comply, but her body had other plans.

Just the sight of Mr. Wolf’s lips made her want to taste them.

And with that thought, she acted, biting down on Percival’s lip, her voice sultry. “Business can wait.”

Francis was hardly as pressing as tangling

struggling to maintain control as her

standing position to the sofa, then upstairs, the

followed was

two hours later, Vivienne lay

expected this workout to be more draining

and she was

written all over his face. “I’m

been more restrained, and Vivienne would not

his neck, a smile on her lips. “Sorry for what? Not

was at a

did Vivienne become

his lip, whispering, “Don’t worry, Mr. Wolf.

the first time was overshadowed by

there would be no stopping her from

longer, Percival flipped them over,

indeed, Mr. Wolf. Be careful

be

Another indescribable scene unfolded.

ten o’clock in the evening,

got dressed and began

honed

Finnian had no desire to expand the monastery’s fame,

first time conducting one since joining the

had to

Let him be reborn in the realm of

ingrained, and

of talismans, Vivienne collapsed onto the sofa in Percival’s embrace. “Mr. Wolf, I’m

a slice of strawberry cheesecake, but today’s exertions had left

her hair. “What do you

then said, “I crave

first meal Mr. Wolf had ever

this time, she still believed it was the most delicious

her forehead affectionately. “Alright, I happened to pick up some

here, but knowing Vivienne was staying over, he had bought ingredients for the next morning’s

pasta, but passing a supermarket with a fresh