Page 40 of The Billionaire's Marriage Dare

What a wonderfully smart, silly man he was.

When she walked towards Christian, she couldn’t help noting the way his azure eyes took on a calculating look, as if trying to figure out her intentions with a mathematical formula.

Smart silly man—-

And she was engaged to him.

When Jane reached Christian, she locked her arms behind his neck, saying with mock seriousness, “If I marry you—-”

Christian’s gaze became even more calculating.

“You must promise to let me live in your spaceship.”

The tension left his form, and Christian’s eyes gleamed. “It’s a deal.”

She laughed. She just couldn’t help it.

“But only on one condition.”

“And what’s that?” Jane’s tone was breathless, Christian having hauled her close so he could start undressing her.

Taking her cardigan off, Christian said, “You need to wear a spacesuit...”

The sound of her giggle was slightly muffled by her blouse being whipped over her body.

“That lets your breasts hang out,” Christian finished, crouching down to work on her skirt.

“Kinky!” Laughter had her swaying, and she quickly held on to his shoulders as she stepped out of her skirt and then her shoes. “Makes me wonder how you’re able to keep your games PG,” she murmured as Christian made her turn around.

“Did I ever say I don’t develop any adult games?” Christian asked dulcetly as he unclasped her bra from behind.

“Oh!” Her gasp coincided with her bra falling to the floor, and she automatically covered her chest with her arms as she turned around, asking breathlessly, “Then that means you do?”

Instead of answering, Christian whipped her panties down her legs.

“Christian, does that mean—-”

He kissed her hard, muttering against her lips, “Enough talking, more fucking.” He tossed her onto the bed right after, and she giggled. “I thought you only swore when you’re pissed.” Her voice was faint, the sight of Christian swiftly undressing himself making Jane’s head whirl.

This was really happening. Christian Ravenhearst was about to become her lover. Her only lover.

“I am pissed.” Christian placed one knee on the bed.

“W-why?”

“Because I want you so bad, I don’t fucking know if I can control myself—-”

And finally – finally – their naked bodies touched, both of them knowing that this time it was different.

This time, they would really be lovers to the end.

Mind blown, Jane thought dazedly as her aching body arched involuntarily.

And then there was no time to think.

Ravishment was the only word to describe the way Christian kissed her, touched her – and she loved it. The way his tongue penetrated her mouth, the way his fingers pulled on her nipples, the way his cock rubbed almost tauntingly against the slick folds of her pussy.

And he did it all without letting Jane have a single second to compose herself, ignoring her cries for him to stop like he knew that what she was really begging him to do was the opposite.

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