The Billionaire's Pretend Wife (Isabella)

Chapter 30 Thirty

As he kissed her deeper, he dropped his hand to her neck, caressing her soft skin, annoying its feel

beneath his fingers. His hand moved lower to her shoulder, which was bare but for the straps of her

camisole.

He went past the straps to her bare arms, stroking her skin lightly. She shivered in his arms, and he

wondered whether it was a reaction to him or the cold.

Her hands, which were now clutching to his shoulders tightly, pushed him back and she tried to

disengage their lips. But he only pulled her closer, now teasing her lips with his tongue. She gasped

and drew in a breath through her mouth, and it was only then that it occurred to him that she was out of

breath and wanted a break.

Before he could give her a little space–with full intention of resuming the kiss right after–the two jerked

apart as the car suddenly skidded to a halt. Jacob quickly wrapped his arms around Isabelle to keep

her from falling off the seat and glared at Kevin.

“I’m sorry, sir. I almost ran into a cat and had to brake suddenly,” Kevin explained, turning to look at

him. When he saw the position the two were in, he turned his head away quickly. “We have arrived,” he

added meekly.

In the backseat, Jacob could barely control his anger. Things were going so well until the sudden

braking ruined the mood. “I’ll make sure to deduct fifty percent of your salary to help stray cats,” he shot

back at his driver.

At the mention of a salary cut, Kevin met his boss’s eyes in the rearview mirror, but the glare that met

him had him bending his head quickly. He gulped and thought twice about complaining. Quickly, he left

his seat to go open the backseat, not wanting to displease Jacob anymore.

***

After leaving the car, Jacob carried Isabelle up to their apartment and into her room. He placed her

gently on her bed and then headed to the bathroom to draw her a bath. He figured that a lukewarm

bath would help her feel better and fall asleep restlessly.

After setting up the bath, he went back to her bedroom to get her. However, he found that she had

already fallen asleep. She was no longer mumbling about the temperature or stirring, and her face

looked serene. Seeing that she was no longer in discomfort, he decided there was no need to bath her.

It was alright if she could sleep soundly like that.

Jacob reached for the blanket, meaning to tuck her in. But before he could, he stilled, captivated by her

face. It was almost unreal that a few minutes ago, he had held that face in his hands and kissed her.

Her red and swollen lips were all that remained to show what had happened between them.

He ached to reach forward, touch those lips, maybe give her a goodnight kiss. But he fought against

the urge. Kevin’s lacklustre driving might have interrupted the heated moment in the car, but it hadn’t

put out the fire that had ignited in his veins. Now that he had had a taste of those lips, felt how it was to

hold her in his arms, he knew it would be difficult to restrain himself around her.

Sighing, he leaned forward and started covering her with the blanket. What he didn’t expect was for her

to suddenly wrap her hands around his waist and drag him down to the bed.

He stumbled onto the bed, and before he could make a move, she threw a leg around his hips, trapping

him like a koala clinging to a tree. He looked at her face in shock only to find that her eyes were still

closed as she slept peacefully.

He swallowed hard and thought of how to extricate himself from her hold without awaking her. How

could she look so serene in her sleep while still tempting him with her actions?

As he looked down at her, however, his eyes fell on her cleavage, which was exposed in her current

position, and his brain took a vacation. While he lost all thought, his body reacted immediately.

Suddenly, it was as if minutes hadn’t passed since they were locked in each other’s arms in the car.

The desire he had been trying to suppress the past few minutes rushed back, and he groaned as his

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Instead of pulling away from her, he was drawn to her sexy figure, and he found himself returning her

embrace, wrapping his arms around her body. His hands skimmed down the side of her camisole,

dipping into her slender waist, and touching bare skin at the waist.

A low groan ripped past his lips as he leaned forward and pressed his lips to her neck, unable to hold

himself back any longer.