One Night Stand: The Billionaire's Secret Heir

his hand tightened around my waist, erasing wha

d me away from the wall. He must have felt the sudden stiffness in my frame, because he paused, caught

werful, steady rhythm of his breathing, and the sheer intimacy of

y, his eyes lingered on my

ait for an answer. He simply took my han

nent in the quiet suite. The bedroom was sprawling, dominated by a king-sized bed wrapped in crisp white linen

walls. Asher stopped right beside the bed and turned back to face me. I stood there awkw

hirt, and he had pushed his sleeves up to his forearms, revealing strong hands and sun-bronzed skin. His dark hair was no l

ing with embarrassment. But Asher didn't let me hide. He reached out, his thumb and f

their way up to his muscled shoulders, pulling him closer. He smelled incredible-someth

ng securely at the nape of my neck. He didn't seem bothered by my lingering nervousness at all. Instead, he just kept kissing me with a s

mb brushed a loose strand of hair

eet his, but before I could process the feeling, he caught my lips again, dee

ided me backward until the mattress pressed against the

the buttons of his shirt. He undid them without a hint of haste, parting the fabric to reveal a

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laugh escaped

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a soft, lingering kiss to my forehead, and planted one on the palm of my hand, while looking into my eyes. That single, surprisingly gentle gesture e

n before. My heart stuttered violently. It's just one night, I reminded myself, chanting the phrase like a shield as he gent

he strap of my bra. In one swift, practiced motion, he unfastened it, releasing

else fade away. In that moment, the reality of the situation felt incre

idence met my heavy uncertainty until the awkwardness finally melted out of my limbs. He was intensely attentive, and whenev

t a fractured glow through the towering windows, and the expensive sheets rustle

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ugh the heavy curtains. For a few disoriented seconds, my brain couldn't quite place t

asleep b

expression, his features looked softer, younger, and far less intimidating. The sight made me freeze, a strange ache tightening in my chest before

suite was entirely silent, save for the faint, steady breath of the air conditioning. My burgundy dress lay discarded on

egan gathering my things as

earrings onto the floorboards while trying to fasten it, and I fumbled blindly as I reached behind my back to drag up the zip

the looming threat of personal questions, or the suffocating discomfort of sitting across a table f

orty-

the moment the overnight booking ended. The payment would be processed automatically a

ft behind. Suddenly, Asher shifted slightly beneath the heavy duvet, and I completely froze, my heart leaping into my throat.

long moment, I just stared at the stark white page, my mind completely blank. Writing thank you felt absurdly tra

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early. Thank yo

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against the paper, before setting the note on the night

trap of my handbag, stole one final, lingering look at his sleeping frame, and slipped out of the