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.

fervor of their mutual desire. She opened her eyes. Michael was already gone, but the lingering warmth in the

every bit the pampered young master, clearly unused to cooking. On a nearby plate 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. ---- "You're up already?" Michael asked, a teasing warmth in his eyes, his face lit with a soft glow He turned off the stove and gently took her

over. Winnie murmured a shy "Mm," her ears flushing red. "Why not sleep a bit longer? Are you hungry?" She 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 be done in a second." "No, I'll do it. You don't know how to cook," she muttered,