Page 55 of The Hollywood Billionaire's Fangirl Wife

Oh dear.

"Since you're such a fan of voyeurism and stalking—"

"It's not like that!"

"How about showing me what's so romantic about it," her husband purred.

Jilly’s mouth went dry. “You’re not serious.”

“Do I look like I’m joking?”

No.

He definitely doesn’t look like he’s joking.

He looks like a man who’s about to prove a point, and I’m about to be the demonstration.

"Start with the clothes, sweetheart."

"G-Guy—"

"And I want you to look at me while taking everything off, one by one...slowly."

Jilly knew the wisest thing to do now would be to run away, but instead...she found herself doing exactly what her husband asked.

"That's it..."

Her dress pooled around her feet, followed by her lacy underwear...

"Don't cover anything," her husband ordered.

Until she was standing in front of him.

Shaking.

Completely exposed to his gaze.

And so, so shamefully wet for his touch.

"If I were a stranger," Guy asked thickly, "and you caught me watching you...what would you say?"

"Ifyouwere the stranger, I w-wouldn't even think...I'd a-ask w-what you wanted me to do—"

Guy was out of his chair in a flash, and the next thing she knew, Jilly's back was up against the wall, and all she could do was gasp as he surged inside her without warning.

"You s-said you'd only w-watch!"

"Watching is overrated," her husband growled.

And she could only agree, with the way her husband now filling her with his thick, hard heat, plunging deeper and deeper into her, faster and faster, harder and harder until...aaaah!

The End

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