The Billionaire's Second Chance

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few glances at him. His eyebrows are furrowed in concentration, but it's not at the road. He

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ad to the side. Winter pauses for a second at the lost contact,

at was a mistake." I whisper softly, urging mys

ng a step forward in my direction. "And the day before

e, and I can't stop each time I start. Every time, I'm left wanting more, craving him- something I need to stop. So I spill out words that I

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oxygen in the room. All I want is to grab him and kiss the daylights

him swallow, noticing how hi

then. We finally pull up in the driveway of our house, and he quick

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mine, as usual, but he quietly locks the car and turns around to enter the house. I don't want t

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it normally is. I don't bother arguing when he leads me to the door, opening it. We walk in and he drops the gym bags on the

aight for me with a look of determination. In a flash my wrists are bound by his hand and pinned against the wall, my back hitting the wall sof

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. I know he can feel the heat emmiting from my core. My breathing is coming out in sh

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my neck, inhaling softly. "Hot and bothered." My back arches, and a soft sigh

at my collar bone. I can't even think straight. What did he say a

in, trailing down my skin.

- I'm sure" I'm a stuttering mess under Win

is tone, but I'm sure it's just my mind pl

already miss the heat his body was emitting, but I know I have to give him time

know he's only doing this for me. There's no

tefully, unsure why I'm thanking hi

eans back on the

alking over to stand in fron

The white flecks in his eye soften for a second, "Hey,

I lie, making my

see through

n to go into my room. As soon as I

e big, red box w

written in cursive,