Don’t Fall for the Billionaire Lover

He wrapped his hands firmly around her waist, pressing her against the cool surface of a cobblestone path. Then, his body melded against hers almost seamlessly. For a moment, Chloe was utterly bewildered.

In her eyes, Connor had always been frail, a delicate Trophy Boy with seemingly no strength at all. When did he become capable of effortlessly neutralizing her resistance and pinning her down to the point where she couldn't move?

Chloe tried to resist, reaching out. But her hands were trapped by his, pressed against her own waist and the cobblestone, utterly immovable. It was evident how much force he was exerting over her. But of course, Chloe wouldn't just give up. She struggled desperately, trying to free her hands.

"Stop moving, or I won't be responsible for what happens next," Connor's voice was deep and hoarse, brimming with a desire that Chloe found all too familiar. Suddenly, Chloe regained her composure, realizing the predicament she was in.

Both she and Connor were scantily clad, half their bodies exposed to the air, the other half obscured by the shadows of the night. And at this moment, Connor's body was pressed tightly against hers. Their skin touched, sending temperatures soaring uncontrollably. It was an almost instinctive physical reaction. Chloe could feel Connor's body burning against hers like a red-hot iron. His breathing became more and more labored.

Chloe's gaze inadvertently fell on his face. A face so handsome it was almost offensive, with sharply defined angles and a jawline that seemed sculpted to perfection. His dark eyes now appeared to be alight with flames. His brows were furrowed slightly, a picture of restrained endurance. It was odd, the allure of a man's restraint to a woman.

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In public, Connor always appeared impeccably dressed, distant, with a cool, abstinent demeanor. But now, under the moonlight, his upper body bare, his chest muscles perfectly defined under the moonlight, his skin seemed even paler, but the barely visible veins on his arms highlighted a raw masculine desire and strength. Especially now, with their bodies pressed so closely together. Chloe had to admit, the man before her was downright lethal to any woman.

Chloe feared that if this continued, she might not be able to resist throwing herself at him. She bit her lip, her face flushed as she averted her gaze, "Could you... move off me first?"

Unfortunately, the very act of Chloe biting her lip struck a chord in Connor's already fragile nerves. His usual calm and control seemed to be at its breaking point. Chloe was breathtaking. Born with eyes as beautiful as glazed porcelain, a nose that was high and refined, and lips like crimson petals, so red they seemed to bleed... Her lower lip, now bitten out of shape, looked

irresistibly enticing.

The woman before him, with her stunning face and hair damply clinging to her shoulders, resembled a mermaid fresh from the water. Utterly captivating. Following the trail of her wet hair downwards was a view that left nothing to the

imagination. Especially no

with

him pressed so closely against her. Her glowing skin, like smooth silk, and that indescribable chest...

Connor's rationality crumbled in that moment. He suddenly leaned forward, and kissed her, throwing caution to the wind.