Love on Paper: A Billionaire love story

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ve got an idea when sh

n within. My heart sank; the fire had ravaged her home, leaving behind nothing but the skeleton of a life once lived. “but she's It’s the street;

of was if she’d been hurt by the fire or something. I got into my car, and the engines roared to life as I turned

eption and was greeted w

. She would have checked in recently,” I fibbe

icism etched on her face. “Your sister? Perhaps you c

on with exaggerated disappointment. “Ah, it’s

onfirmation, I can’t assist yo

kind that had opened more doors than keys ever could. Her

her?” she suggested, curio

face and warm brown eyes,” I described, watching her closely to see if recognition d

entured, a smile blooming across her face. “Now that you

he last room down the corridor, on the left.

few dollar notes across the counter. I strode down

s echoing like a promise. Her clothes were neatly folded at the foot of the bed, a plush robe laid beside

wrapped in steam and vulnerability. Our eyes locked, a silent conversation in a single glan

see were a perfectly toned body, silky skin, and a flat stomach. She was neat, hairless, dripping, and sexy, with the nice

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But it was cut short as Mr. Bennett lunged forward, hi

ths. His weight pinned me down, my bare skin acutely aware of his clothed form press

burning into mine, a silent

e alight. Time seemed to stretch thin and tau

cool air of the room. “Do you realize what you’re doing to

ck, my heart a franti

but the freedom was a mere illusion. His fingers traile

tole the breath I’d just regained. It was a kiss of d

o his hair and pulling him closer. Logic and reason were di

finally broke apart, the words

ed, his forehead resting aga

e chaos and the storm of emotions that

breast, I gasped. I wasn’t chok

ng up there, and my arous

oft they were. His brunette hair was so soft and silk