Buying My Forever Wife novel Chapter 317

Ivy's cheeks flushed crimson as she knelt shyly on the mattress, plucking the book from his grasp before leaning in to capture his lips.

It wasn't that she hadn't initiated things before.

But this time, she was devastatingly alluring, practically radiating temptation.

There was no way Alaric could withstand this.

Normally, just hearing her call him 'Darling' was enough to melt his resolve. But now, dressed like this and taking charge?

He simply closed his eyes and surrendered, eagerly drowning in the exquisite pleasure she offered.

Afterwards.

Still insatiable from the scent of their passion, Alaric couldn't stop showering kisses across her flushed face.

"Who taught you how to seduce a man like that?"

Ivy's eyes fluttered. Pushing through the soreness in her muscles, she sat up slowly and pulled Eleanor's $1,000,000 check from her pocket, presenting it to him.

She had assumed that taking the lead would make him lose control and forget protection.

But he hadn't.

No matter how deeply entranced he was by their intimacy, he remained stubbornly meticulous.

Ivy also knew that Alaric was a man of vast resources; nothing escaped his notice for long.

So she figured it was best to just come clean about his mother's proposition!

Looking at the check hovering mid-air, Alaric took it, completely bewildered.

"A check from Foster Trust & Bank? Who gave you this?"

Ivy leaned against the headboard, the warm amber lamplight illuminating her luminous skin, highlighting the dark, intimate marks scattered across her collarbones.

Feeling a sudden wave of shyness, she pulled the duvet up to her chest and confessed.

"Your mother gave it to me."

"Hmm?"

Alaric fixed her with a dark, unfathomable stare, silently waiting for the rest of the story.

Avoiding his predatory gaze, Ivy lowered her head and explained.

"When I was leaving the hospital with Stella today, I ran into your mother. She took us out for a meal and proposed a deal. She told me that if I seduced you and got pregnant, she'd give me a $500,000,000 inheritance bonus and officially make me your wife."

Honestly, the massive inheritance bonus was incredibly tempting.

Of course she felt it was a shame.

It was more money than she could earn in ten lifetimes.

But she had to maintain some shred of dignity in front of this razor-sharp billionaire.

Otherwise, regardless of their explosive physical chemistry, he would still write her off as a vain, money-hungry opportunist.

The truth was, she wasn't just thinking about money anymore—she was thinking about him.

"You're allowed to pine over it."

Alaric handed the check back to her, leaning lazily against the pillows as he slowly buttoned his pajama shirt.

"Keep whatever my mother gives you. Who knows? Maybe one day you'll hit the jackpot and that half a billion will land right in your account."

His words carried a heavy double meaning.

While he didn't have any immediate plans for a child.

He wasn't ruling it out for the future.

And the only woman who would ever bear an heir for Alaric Foster was his wife.