The Billionaire's Craving : His Heiress

"Your lips taste divine," John murmured, his fingers brushing lightly against her chin, tilting her face toward him. "I want you close..."

"Let me go... Sir," Gabriella whispered, her pulse racing, but she didn't pull away.

"I'll let you go," he said softly, leaning just enough to let his lips graze the corner of her mouth. "But only if you promise... you won't leave my side so easily."

Her breath caught. The warmth in his eyes, the softness in his voice... it made her knees weaken.

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