Page 23 of The Hollywood Billionaire's Fangirl Wife

“So wet,” he murmured approvingly, his voice laced with masculine satisfaction as one finger slipped inside her with an ease that made Jilly's body buckle against his. “Do you feel it, sweetheart? Do you feel how much your body wants me?"

Jilly found it impossible to answer with his finger still thrusting in and out of her, andaaaah...

His thumb had found that little bud hidden under her creamy folds, and one stroke, oh, just one stroke was more than enough to electrify every nerve in her body...

Guy could feel his control starting to break, his plan to stay detached going into pieces as he watched Jillian start to come apart when he added a second finger. He could feel her walls working hard to accommodate the added thickness, could feel her breath hitching and her nails digging deeper into his back as the rhythm of his fingers picked up. He was pushing them in faster and faster, harder and harder—

But before she could shatter in his arms, just like that unforgettable night in her hallway, she was suddenly apart from him, taking Guy completely by surprise as she freed herself with a small gasp—

Jilly could hardly catch her breath, and Guy was breathing just as harshly, his gaze narrowed at her and clearly demanding for answers.

"What game are you playing?"

Jilly couldn't blame Guy for sounding so harsh. It did seem like she was playing a game with him, but she was not.

1 Corinthians 7:9,she reminded herself desperately.

She didn't care what he would think.

Or what others would think.

1 Corinthians 7:9.

And so, even with her body still shaking and aching with need for his touch, she could only look at him pleadingly as the words came tumbling out in a rush.

"I'm sorry, Guy, but I've never had sex with anyone, and I plan to keep it that way until my wedding night!"

With every word she spoke, something in him seemed to crack.

Just every damn word, something inside of him kept cracking until he realized...

It was the walls around his own damn heart, cracking into pieces, until there was nothing left.

Nothing to keep him from realizing that his every assumption about her was so damn wrong—

Nothing to keep his heart from beating—

For her.

His Jillian.

Because this time, he knew that there was not a chance he would ever let another man steal her away from him.

Chapter Eight

Jack:I’ve calculated a 78% probability the actor in my workplace was recently dumped.

Jilly:Based on what data?

Jack:Increased phone checking frequency, decreased meal consumption, irrational decision-making patterns.

Jilly:You made a formula for heartbreak?

Jack:Emotional distress creates measurable behavioral changes.

Jilly:That’s... actually kind of sweet that you noticed.

Jack:I notice inefficiencies. His productivity dropped 23%.

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