The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 606

Chapter 606

"Care to explain? What kind of 'interest' are we talking about here, hmm?"

Gwyneth's cheeks burned with embarrassment. Sandwiched in his arms like this, how was she supposed to answer? Her mind felt like it was short-circuiting.

Hawthorne glanced down at the small figure in his embrace, lips quirking in amusement. No wonder she could squeeze herself into that strange oversized plush costume.

"I just―"

Gwyneth's breath hitched as he tipped her chin up. Without warning, Hawthorne leaned in and pressed his lips to hers.

Her brain went utterly blank at the contact.

This was the second time he'd stolen a kiss without warning.

The first had been in the car-a fleeting brush while they waited for the light to change. Even though they'd spent several nights tangled together since, Gwyneth was pretty sure they hadn't kissed like this again.

Well, maybe he'd snuck a kiss while she was asleep and she'd never noticed.

tightened his hold around her waist, never breaking the kiss, and

she'd never been on this ride

now. It was only

on the bed, somehow pinning her wrists above her head. Hawthorne's devastatingly handsome face hovered over hers, and the subtle

only to trail kisses along her jaw, down her slender neck, and

voice barely more than

in stopping. His lips brushed her ear

layer at a time. His deep, velvety voice made

again,"

to him, trembling like a

lips with his fingertips, pressing

Emboldened by his touch, she slowly let herself follow his lead,

each other for nearly half an hour, the tension building

just as things were about to spiral out

A sinking

in pain, the haze in her eyes replaced by a

he asked, concern chasing away the last of

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