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

after a night steeped in social revelry, Dylan returned,

television, had let the hours slip into

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

a desperate warmth in the dark, but they held fast to

he’d said, a vow for their wedding

over his restraint, feigning a purity

would not press

Their time would come.

what they shared, the

they would travel to meet his parents,

would

touch lingered on his neck, tracing the lines of strength that she

was soft in

bold,” he teased, affection coloring

her embrace around Dylan

up and over the couch’s arm