Too Late, Mr. Billionaire: You Can't Afford Me by Thedora Birnir

Chapter 1439:

Though seemingly lean, years of workouts had sculpted his body into defined abs and a striking waistline. His physique was a living, breathing version of Michelangelo’s David—flawlessly proportioned and chiseled.

Oblivious to her inner turmoil, Eric straightened his neck. “Is this alright?”

“Yes…” Hadley nodded, her face carefully neutral as she silently squeezed some cream into her palm, her gaze fixed straight ahead. “Might sting a little,” she murmured. “Try not to move.”

“Okay.”

The curve of his neck was prominent. With care, Hadley rubbed the cream onto his skin, pressing her palm down inch by inch.

Eric hissed, a sharp intake of breath betraying the pain.

“Does that hurt?” Hadley paused, her touch becoming even lighter. “I’ll be slower and more careful.”

her breath, “Why insist on sleeping on the sofa? A man nearly six

accidentally escaped from behind her ear,

but the sensation

ran down

his Adam’s apple bobbing with each breath he

him to perceive the delicate floral scent

application and

voice suddenly grew husky as he

surprised sound

drew her fully into his arms, his strong embrace capturing her

gently pressed against her lips. His voice remained rough with emotion. “Hadley. I can’t hold

widened Hadley’s eyes; she was

covered her eyes. “Close

kept his hand over her eyes for a moment