A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

She stuck her tongue out in response, the moment light and teasing.

Fresh from the shower, Dylan was greeted by her embrace, her kiss.

“New toothpaste,” she whispered against his lips.

“Can you tell?”

Clad in just his bathrobe, his presence was undeniable.

He enveloped her carefully, as though she were porcelain.

Her slender frame seemed so delicate in his embrace.

Dipping his head, he met her lips once more, a kiss deepening before he murmured, “I can taste the difference now.

”

A shy warmth colored her cheeks.

In those days, their coexistence was tender, marked by kisses and nothing else.

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innocence preserved, his touch never ventured

steeped in social revelry, Dylan returned, a

of the television, had let the hours slip

Dylan’s return was a series of urgent whispers and fervent

hands wandered, a desperate warmth in the dark, but

a vow for their

his restraint, feigning a purity she knew

would

Their time would come.

they shared,

to meet his parents, their future

would

his neck, tracing the lines of strength that

soft in

teased, affection coloring his

softly, her embrace around Dylan

sweeping her up and over the couch’s arm to close