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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Their time would come.

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