Billionaire's Match

Chapter 640 Winnie hadn't expected it. She struggled instinctively for a moment, but her strength quickly ebbed away, and she collapsed against him like a loose rag. Michael's kisses grew deeper, more insistent, yet gentler, more tender with each passing second. She was already lightly dressed, and by now her shaw! had slipped somewhere out of reach. Without turning on the light, they moved together, entwined, toward the bed.

Her hair spilled across the pillow like black silk, and Michael's strong, angular hands traced her with an intensity that had been building for years, now finally unleashed, unstoppable. The emotions of a lifetime erupted all at once, sweeping them both into a world of overwhelming tenderness and desire. Michael still retained a shred of reason; he paused for a heartbeat, as if to say something-but Winnie bit her lip, answering him with action instead. She greedily pressed his firm waist into her palms, savoring every single moment of the night.

time. Though Michael had been careful and gentle, neither of them could withstand the intensity and fervor of their mutual desire. She opened her eyes. Michael was already gone, but the lingering warmth in the bed reminded her, unmistakably, that last night had been real, not a dream. After a quick

lay eight fried eggs-seven burned to a crisp. Now, he was carefully attempting to fry a new batch. "Let me do it?" Winnie suddenly offered. Her words made Michael jump; he nearly tipped the frying pan She caught his hand in time "Be careful." Their palms brushed, then separated. ----

shook her head, then nodded again, unsure of what to do. After last night, it felt impossible to face him normally. Michael had never seen Winnie like this and couldn't help laughing softly. "Then wait outside for me for a moment-"'ll