Chapter 834:
He found the setting far too unworthy of the moment.
Still, Rylie couldn’t discern any distinction. To her, yielding to this man, whether now or later, here or elsewhere, felt no different. At heart, she harbored no objection to being intimate with him.
Brad exhaled softly against her neck, the sound low and unsteady. Lifting his face, he brushed his lips against hers in a fleeting kiss, his voice a quiet murmur. “Turn around.”
Before she could ask what he meant, he guided her down to the sofa. The closeness between them deepened, his touch firm but careful. Her dress parted, revealing the smooth curve of her bare thigh.
His weight settled heavily against her shoulders as Brad leaned in from behind, pinning her with his hips. The sudden, hard pressure stole the breath from her lungs. Her knuckles turned white as her grip tightened on the sofa’s arm, a soft gasp escaping her lips.
That large presence did not press but merely lingered, the gentle friction and growing warmth coaxing a soft sigh from her lips.
Rylie had never felt such an overwhelming rush. The sensation coursed through her like a tide, leaving her breath unsteady and her body tense with awareness. Every movement, every shallow breath between them, carried a charge that blurred thought and reason, until all that remained was the raw pulse of feeling itself.
With Rylie, the woman he loved, lying beneath him, her nearness stirred something fierce and unrestrained within Brad, the air between them thick with heat and the lingering echo of their passion.
It was hard to tell how much time had passed before Brad finally exhaled, his hands still resting at Rylie’s waist. Their breathing mingled in the quiet room, the warmth between them slowly giving way to calm.
Rylie’s mind drifted into a peaceful emptiness. The lingering heat clung to the air, a trace of their closeness still surrounding them as silence settled over the room. The soft fabric beneath them still held the imprint of their bodies, the couch damp with the remnants of their intimacy.
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Her body relaxed as Brad drew her nearer, settling them both on the sofa, her hair clinging lightly to her skin as she breathed slowly against him.
Although Brad’s desire hadn’t entirely subsided and he knew he could have gone on, he restrained himself. He got up, pulled out some tissues, and gently wiped away the traces of their intimacy along Rylie’s thighs and dress.
Rylie was too drained to move and simply allowed him to help her tidy up.
Brad leaned in, brushing a tender kiss against her flushed ear, his voice still husky and low. “Thank you.”
“Mm-hmm,” Rylie answered softly, her tone languid. “So, how did you end up under the influence of an aphrodisiac?”
Brad’s sharp mind quickly pieced the situation together. Leaning closer, his cheek grazed hers as he spoke, his voice rough yet controlled. “Frank and Candice schemed to set up the trap for me. If my self-control hadn’t held, I’d have ended up in Candice’s bed right now.”
Rylie’s gaze steadied on him. “What is your brother really after?”
Brad replied grimly, “He wants to take over the business I built with my own hands.”
Rylie added thoughtfully, “It’s not just that. Kristen’s secretive behavior makes her look like someone operating from the shadows, almost like a foreign agent.”
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