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She swallowed in response to the intensity in his voice. “I think we need to do something.” She didn’t know what she was referring to, yet the words followed like her tongue had a mind of its own. “This thing between us—we must do something about it.”
His breathing was strained. “What do you suggest we do?” Although he was the one who asked the question, his tone and the look in his eyes gave her the answer she had not thought about.
She responded by moving closer and gently running her lips over his jawline. She had no words to tell him she needed to go all the way to get over the frustration. Every kiss, every touch over the past few weeks has been a tease and only fueled her need to want more. Maybe all it would take was taking away that dull pain that grew inside. It was first a tiny throbbing until it started to converge at the apex of her thighs.
Just once!
“Just once,” her thoughts came out as words as she melded their lips together. His arms circled her as he pulled her body to him. She wore cotton pajamas and could feel his hard body against her soft breasts.
She moaned when he sucked on her lower lip with his teeth before breaking the kiss. Her entirety sizzled as the air around them thickened. Without breaking his gaze, she reached for his shirt buttons. He looked at her silently as she opened his shirt, and when she hit the last button, she leaned forward just enough, and that seemed to set off something in him.
His hand held her neck as he pulled her into a deep kiss, one that ignited new desires. If she thought kissing him to satiation would put an end to her needs, she was mistaken. His hand cupped one of her breasts as he kept worshipping her lips with his.
The feel of his hand on such an intimate part made her moan against his mouth. Her arms tightened against his neck, and she pressed her body further into his. Her eyes flew open when he broke the kiss, and as if the disappointed look in her eyes for pulling away from the kiss was his cue, he pulled on her t-shirt.
She was left only in her bralette in a flash and their lips came together again. Her legs locked around him as his hand roamed her bare skin. Her body felt hot and yet his touch seemed to sear her delicate curves.
Yet again, he broke the kiss only to bury his face into the crook of her neck, sucking on her skin. Novel sensations ignited from within when she felt the burn from his stubble on her chest. She arched her body further, inviting the roughness of his touch on the delicate curve of her chest.
She hugged his head to her chest, her fingers pulling on his hair as if in anticipation. She cried out in sheer pleasure when he pushed aside the thin fabric of her bralette to close his lips on her yearning tip. She threw her head back in decadence as he sucked a bit more of the soft flesh on her chest.
His tongue swirled around her hardened peak while his free hand squeezed her other breast. “Nakul,” she called out as she started to shudder in response to the avalanche of emotions rammed through her.
She started to roll her hips against him, in search of the darkest desire unknown to her until that moment. The moment of passion she had imagined was far from where they were and she was not disappointed. The problem was that she wanted more.
Her hands reached for the collar of his now open shirt and pushed it off his shoulders. His lips roamed her chest as she sat up, her hands eager for him. He let go of her for just a moment to let her take off his shirt.
They paused as she took in the beauty of the man who was setting her body ablaze, and she craved the incineration. “Take me,” her voice wobbled as their lips melded together and she straddled him, her heels digging into his back. His fingers dug into her bottom to raise her core to meet his steely hardness.
Despite the barriers of fabric, she felt the heat from his arousal; that was the only way for her to simmer down the flow of molten from within. Yet again, she started to roll her hips against him and felt a surge of thrills consume her. She felt his fingertips dig into the flesh on her bottom, enjoying the sweet pain.
She called out his name repeatedly as she felt the surge of emotions from within. It was an intimate and passionate moment that she had never experienced before. She gasped when he let go of her lips to lay a trail of kisses along her neck. She threw her head back, reaching for the unknown yet deeply desired pleasure.
Every sensation she felt was converging at her core and just as she braced herself for the unfamiliar feeling, she felt his teeth sink into the curve of her breast. That made her come undone, collapsed in his arms as her body trembled with the new experiences.
She was in a daze as he carried her to their private suite from his office. She remembered how her nerves strummed after what seemed like a catastrophic emulsion of emotions and sensations. She was spent and the last thing she remembered was him pulling the sheets over her as he slipped into bed next to her, just like how she wanted him to, every night.
Chapter 22
Aadhya’s body felt like a feather as she rolled in bed, taking in the morning warmth. She had not slept like that in days. She slowly opened her eyes, a smile forming on her lips when she remembered the way her husband put her to sleep the night before.
She slowly reached for him, and to her surprise, he wasn’t around. After last night, she expected him to take her wherever he went. She sat up wearing only her bralette and pajama bottoms. She rushed to the bathroom before anyone else spotted her almost bare-chested.
Even as she showered, she remembered how his touch felt painfully arousing. She washed off quickly and stepped out of their private suite. The thought of him not being in the mansion angered her. She went to his office, hoping to see him behind his desk but he wasn’t there.
She turned away from the room and was going to check if he was in the main dining area. She stopped when something bright caught her eye. She looked toward the item she had not noticed before. She slowly walked toward it, her body jittery from remembering the events from the night prior.
The colorful box on the table had a small sticky note with her name on it. A frown formed on her face as she opened the box. Her eyes widened when she spotted her husband’s phone or one like his. As if he knew she was looking at the phone, it started to ring. Her fake husband’s name flashed on the phone screen, and she answered it on impulse.
“Mrs. Aadhya Thakvar,” his voice was playful. “Good morning.”
She pressed her lips together but did not respond. She was pissed about him not taking her with him as per the contract. At least that was her excuse to be with him.
“Are you going to keep staring at the phone or talk to me?” His words made her look around the room. “I have cameras all over the room.”
She gasped in response, remembering everything that happened in that very spot the night before. Like he was reading every one of her responses, he chuckled. “No one but me has access to my office.”
Relieved, she let out a sign but glared around the room, knowing he could see her. “You were supposed to take me with you. Are you looking to cancel the contract?”
