Dumped My Cheating Ex. Now I'm Sleeping Next to a Billionaire CEO novel Chapter 1499

Emmy drew in a sharp breath, genuinely worried for her fragile lower back. Ever since the plane reached a cruising altitude, they had been tangled together in the cabin bedroom without an ounce of shame. The man seemed absolutely tireless.

"No!" Emmy grew frantic, her hands gripping the blanket tightly. She glared at him with misty, accusing eyes. "James, you can't toss a pregnant woman around like this!" She deliberately emphasized the words 'pregnant woman' in a desperate attempt to awaken his reason.

But James merely chuckled softly. He lowered his head and planted a kiss on her puffed up cheek. "I looked it up. The embryo only recently implanted. It's just a tiny cluster of cells right now. This level of exercise won't affect it at all."

Emmy's eyes widened in disbelief. What on earth was going on in his head? Why would he even look up such shameful anatomical facts? Biting her lip, her eyes darted around as she scrambled for another excuse. "Still no! The sheets are dirty, and there are no clean ones left to change into!"

James's lips curled into an increasingly wicked, roguish smile as he reached out to pinch her soft earlobe. "Don't worry, I packed an entire suitcase full of bedsheets in advance," he murmured hoarsely against her ear, his voice laced with seductive charm. "There are definitely enough to go around."

Emmy was practically laughing out of pure exasperation. This guy had clearly premeditated the whole thing, planning to spend the entire flight fooling around with her! In the end, all her resistance proved futile, and she was forced to surrender to James's overwhelming stamina. Lost in the dizzying haze as he pushed her to the edge, Emmy realized something with absolute despair. Ever since he underwent that vasectomy, he seemed even more uninhibited and indulgent in bed. With all his worries gone, he acted like a completely unleashed beast, wildly plundering and conquering her without restraint. By the time it was over, she was too exhausted to lift a single finger, silently marveling at his ironclad endurance. They said men past thirty had the stamina of sixty year olds, but James had the relentless, boundless energy of a sixteen year old boy.

Ultimately, Emmy lost this completely one sided tug of war. When she groggily opened her eyes again, the plane was already beginning its descent. Enduring the soreness aching through her bones, she hurried to crawl out of bed and get dressed. As her gaze accidentally swept across the corner of the cabin, she froze completely. There sat a mountain of discarded, rumpled bedsheets. She immediately looked away, her face burning so hot it could bleed. It was too embarrassing to even look at. This man's stamina was simply terrifying.

Half an hour later, the plane touched down smoothly at the Boston airport. A fleet of cars that had been arranged to wait for them respectfully escorted the couple away. They sped along the roads before eventually pulling into a sprawling villa in the Boston suburbs. James had purchased this property specifically for Emmy last year. Back then, completely absorbed in her research and hating the commute, she had chosen not to live there. But things were different this year. Since James had personally come to accompany her during her studies, there was no way he would allow his wife to stay in a dorm.

The maids had scrubbed the villa inside and out until it was bright and spotless. Beyond the massive glass windows lay a vast expanse of manicured lawns, looking as picturesque as a painting. Most importantly, it was very close to the university, only taking about ten minutes by car. Peering through the car window, Emmy noticed a few pedestrians strolling casually in twos and threes along the tree lined avenues surrounding the estate. Others might not notice anything unusual, but she knew that those seemingly idle people were actually bodyguards James had planted in the shadows.