Page 133 of My Big, Fat, Accidental Billionaire Husband

The admission hangs in the air between us, changing everything and nothing at all. We’re still bound by a contract. Still heading for an annulment in two days. Still trapped in this beautiful, temporary cage we’ve built together.

But for now, in this moment, as Dom looks at me with hunger and something that might be tenderness, it feels like enough. Enough to get me through the next two days. Enough to let me pretend, just for a little while longer, that this could be something real.

His eyes darken as he steps even closer, his intention clear in every line of his body. And despite everything... the hurt, the confusion, the inevitable rush toward the end... I find myself wanting nothing more than to lose myself in him at least one more time.

Tomorrow, we can go back to reality. Tomorrow, we can remember all the reasons this can’t work.

But tonight?

Tonight, I’ll take whatever he’s willing to give.

Even if it breaks my heart in the end.

35

Dominic

The admission I made hangs between us, heavy with implications I can’t fully acknowledge.

I’ve said too much.

And nowhere near enough.

The vulnerability in her expression should send me running. Instead, it pulls me in.

My body knows what it wants even as my mind wars with itself. The heat building between us is undeniable. I can see the same hunger reflected in her eyes, feel it in the subtle trembling of her body.

“Tatiana,” I murmur, my voice rough with desire.

Without thinking, I take her hand and lead her toward my bedroom. She follows willingly, her steps matching mine, her fingers intertwined with my own.

Once inside, I close the door behind us. The soft click sounds final, like a decision made.

I pull her against me, one hand at the small of her back, the other cradling her face. I lower my mouth to hers, claiming her lips in a kiss that’s nothing like our others. There’s no battle for control, no struggle for dominance. Just hunger and desperation and something too close to tenderness.

She responds immediately, her body melting into mine, her arms wrapping around my neck. I deepen the kiss, my tongue sliding against hers, tasting, savoring.

When we break apart, we’re both breathing hard. I rest my forehead against hers.

“I need you,” I tell her. A truth among many lies.

Her eyes search mine. “You have me. For now.”

Those last two words twist like a knife.For now.

Because this has always been temporary.

Because I’ve made sure it stays that way.

I kiss her again, harder this time, trying to drive away the thought of losing her. My hands move to the buttons of her blouse, undoing them one by one until the silk hangs open, revealing her lace-covered breasts. I push the fabric from her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor.

“You’re so fucking incredible,” I murmur, taking in the sight of her. “A Greek goddess. Aphrodite reborn. Every curve of you is a stanza. Every inch a whispered poem. Skin carved from moonlight, body shaped by starlight. How does a man witness heaven and still remember how to breathe?”

Her chin quivers, and a tear drops from her eyes. “Oh god. I thought you were just another ruthless billionaire, cold and transactional. How could I have been so wrong?”

“Sh... Tatiana,” I tell her, wiping away the tear. “No tears tonight.”

She flashes a brave smile. “Okay.” Her hands reach for my tie, loosening it with practiced efficiency. Next come the buttons of my shirt. Her fingers brush against my skin as she works, each touch sending heat racing through me.

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