Page 14 of The Hollywood Billionaire's Fangirl Wife

And he wanted all of it for him.

Alone.

Jilly lost all sense of time in the aftermath of her release, and her eyes only fluttered open when she felt Guy press a gentle kiss to her forehead before slowly pulling away, releasing her wrists.

Their eyes met, and her heart skipped a beat at the possessiveness of his gaze.

Guy cupped her chin with fingers that were still slightly unsteady, and she nearly stopped breathing.

"Call me again—"

Oh my.

"—if you need a pet sitter."

A choked laugh escaped Jilly at the absurdity of it all, but this soon turned into a whimper when he bent his head and started nibbling on her lips.

And when he lifted his head again—

Jilly's heart ached at how he was staring at her.

It was almost as she was the most precious thing to him, but surely...

Surely that was not so?

"Good night, sweetheart."

Oh, the huskiness of his voice would be the death of her.

Jillian cleared her throat, but when she finally spoke—

"G-Good night."

A mix of shyness and infatuation caused the words to come tumbling out in a squeak, and her cheeks blazed with mortification at the sound of his chuckle.

"Sweet dreams, Jillian."

All she could do was watch as he walked away.

Still shirtless.

Still impossibly confident.

Still absolutely devastating.

And then he was gone, walking down her stairs and out her front door like it was the most natural thing in the world to leave a woman's house half-naked after making her come in her own hallway.

Jilly heard his car start up and drive away, and it was only then that her brain cells started working again.

Did that...

Her knees knocked against each other.

Did that really just happen...

With...HIM?

Chapter Five

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