Page 30 of The Hollywood Billionaire's Fangirl Wife

Because her husband had already strolled in to join her, and the sight of him shirtless and wearing only a pair of low-slung cotton pajama pants that left absolutely nothing to her imagination—

Oh...my.

Guy couldn't remember seeing anything as sweet as his bride staring at him with her dazed green eyes and slightly parted lips, bare shoulders glistening just above the bubbles that covered all the parts of her that he was dying to see and touch and taste.

She looked like a nymph waiting to be ravished...

By him.

Jilly's breath caught as he joined her in the jacuzzi, the warm water lapping at his skin as he settled across from her, ice-blueeyes fixed on her face with an intensity that made her feel like the only woman in the world.

"Nervous, sweetheart?"

"You know I am...and you're enjoying it, aren't you?"

A flash of the most wicked smile.

"Immensely."

Jilly wanted to roll her eyes at this, but there was no chance of doing so, with Guy further distracting her as his mouth took hers in a soft but deep kiss.

Guy, oh Guy.

The kiss deepened, his tongue mating with hers, and heat started licking all over her skin when he sat down on the Jacuzzi's built-in lounge so he could draw her on his lap.

"Shall we play a little first?"

"I...I..."

Had no need to answer,Jilly realized helplessly a moment later, with Guy's fingers already finding the place where she needed him most, and...aaah!

The cries of his bride as she shattered in his arm were intoxicating, the speed of her release, and the responsiveness of her body to his touch devastating to his control, which was already hanging by a thread.

It was tempting, too damn tempting to just watch his Jillian lose herself in his touch, but because he wanted to lessen the pain of her deflowering as much as possible...

Jilly was still trembling in the aftershocks of her climax when she felt Guy lift her up so he could...oh!

A gasp escaped her as he guided himself to her entrance, the thick head of his erection brushing against her sensitive folds.

"Look at me, wife."

Oh, to hear Guy, her beloved, precious Guy, of all people call her that...

How in the world had this happened?

She could only lift her dazed eyes to his, unable to fathom that all of this was truly real, and that Guy, her Guy...

Aaaah!

Her husband...

Her Guy...

He...

He was nowinsideof her, claiming her innocence with one smooth thrust, the tearing pain of his possession absorbed by the waves of pleasure that still rocked her body.

I'm his now,Jilly thought dizzily,and always would be.

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