The Billionaire's Blueprint

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strapless gown. The dark crimson satin clung to my body lik

the dress promised it. I applied a final coat of lip gloss and tossed

et? We're late already, an

cy, but her eyes sparkled. She

I slipped on my silver stilettos, grabbed my clutch, and

a familiar pang tugged at my chest. No matter how perfec

ed months earlier in a car crash, and before her perfume had even faded from the halls, he'd remarried

ast. Tonight, I belonged to th

kyline. Everything inside gleamed - from the polished marble flo

etched endlessly around us, and champagne f

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A walking empire. Tall

He moved toward me like a storm in a silk s

u look absolutely

head. "Thanks, handsom

ened. "Join m

sing. "Let's skip the

in him. "You're d

you

g an octave. "My suite's just a few

in his voice. Just hea

for effect.

hat single touch made my breath catch. When the doors opened, he led me into a suite that

ate. For a moment, we just looked at e

cheek. "You're even m

rst - a test, a tease - but quickly deepened. His hands were firm on my hips, pulling me against the

ng around my heels. He paused, eyes dark with hunger as he drank in every inch of me. Th

and we were a blur of limbs and breath and tension. When he entered me, it was slow - delib

him as he moved inside me, deep and sure. His hand slid beneath my thigh, ang

," he growle

It left me

he power beneath. His hands gripped my waist, guiding me, groaning with every rise an

ine and breath, we were back at it - this time slower, more intimate

dictive,"

hispered back, though I w

ay with my head on his chest, his heartbeat steady beneath my

didn't speak. W

supposed to

not possessive, just present - made me

down, I a

wasn'