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.

breaking the kiss,

exactly what was coming next. Even if she'd never been on

were married now. It was

head. Hawthorne's devastatingly handsome face hovered over hers, and the subtle scent of cedar and

kisses along her jaw, down her slender neck, and behind her ear

barely

brushed her ear as he murmured, "Call

clothes slipped away, one layer at a time. His

again,"

to him, trembling like a leaf in

with his fingertips,

could feel her heart pounding in her throat. Emboldened by his touch, she slowly let herself follow his lead, he own longing rising to meet

an hour,

things were about to spiral

belly. A sinking

delicate brows drew together in pain, the haze

chasing

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