HIS STRIPPER, HIS WIFE novel Chapter 71

Chapter 71

Chapter 71

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I slipped my hand into my bag and pulled my phone out. It was Emma’s message, “I’m having so much fun, I met a new friend, we are the same age. Bye, text you later.”

I read it twice and smiled without even knowing, it felt good watching someone you love finally get to be a normal kid again.

The elevator doors opened and I must have still been wearing that smile when I looked up at Adrian, because I caught hir watching me the way he did sometimes, like he was trying to solve something.

“What is it?” he asked, once we stepped out of the building and into the cool night air.

“Nothing, nothing,” I said, straightening my face too fast to be convincing.

He shook his head slowly, “I won’t push. But I’ll know soon.”

I just smiled again and said nothing, and he let it go, opening the car door for me before rounding to his side.

We drove in silence at first, the city thinning out block by block until the roads started to look unfamiliar to me. I watched the buildings change, streetlights grow further apart, trees replacing signage, and it took me a while to realize where we were headed. When I finally recognized the turn, my stomach did something complicated. He was driving to his house.

Nothing about tonight felt like the other times I had been there. Usually there was at least one member of staff drifting somewhere in the background, a housekeeper crossing the hallway, someone in the kitchen, the quiet hum of a house that was occupied by more than one person.

Tonight there was nothing, no lights left on for anyone but him, no other sound except our own footsteps once he cut the engine and led me inside.

The door closed behind us with a softly, and the silence that followed felt different from the elevator earlier, thicker somehow, like the whole house was holding its breath along with me.

He didn’t reach for the light switch right away. Instead he turned to me in the dim entryway, close enough that I had to tilt my head up slightly to meet his eyes.

“Bianca,” he said.

“Yes?” My voice came out quieter than I meant it to.

He didn’t answer with words, he moved closer and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me against him in a way that felt less like the confident, controlled Adrian from the office and more like someone finally letting himself want something without hiding it.

He dipped his head and breathed in slowly near my neck, just below my ear, like he was memorizing the smell of me.

I felt my whole body go still, every nerve suddenly awake and paying attention.

“Is this okay?” he murmured against my skin.

“Yes sir,” I said.

He pulled back just enough to look at me properly, his hand coming up to brush a strand of hair away from my face, his thumb grazing my cheek after.

“Stop with the sir” He tuned his head.

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“Can I kiss you?” he asked.

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I almost laughed at how careful he was being, but there was nothing funny about the way my heart was pounding.

“Yes,” I whispered.

He kissed me slowly, like he had all the time in the world and intended to use every second of it. One hand slid to the small of my back, drawing me closer, the other coming up to cradle the side of my face like I was something he was afraid of breaking.

I melted into it without deciding to, my fingers curling into the front of his shirt, holding on because my legs had started to feel unreliable again.

When he finally pulled back, both of us slightly breathless, he rested his forehead against mine for a moment.

“Come upstairs with me.” he said. It was not a command, it felt more like he was asking me.

“Yes,” I said again, and I let him take my hand.

The staircase felt longer than it probably was, he kept glancing back at me the whole way up, like he needed to keep checking that I was still there, still choosing this.

At the top, he stopped outside his bedroom door and turned to face me fully, his hands settling gently on my waist.

“Last chance to change your mind,” he said, and even though his voice was teasing, there was something serious underneath it, something that told me he actually meant it, that he would stop right there if I asked him to.

I reached up and touched his jaw, “I’m not changing my mind,” I said.

He exhaled slowly and opened the door behind him. The room was dark except for the city glittering faintly through the wide windows on the far wall, distant and small from up here. He led me inside and shut the door softly, and for a moment neither of us moved, just standing there letting the mood of the night settle fully around us.

“Can I touch you?” he asked, his hand hovering just above my waist.

“Yes.”

He undid the first clasp on my dress, his fingers brushing the skin beneath each one as it came free. The fabric moved down my body inch by inch, pooling at my feet, leaving me in nothing but my underwear.

The cool air brushed over my bare skin, but the heat radiating from him quickly replaced it. Adrian’s gaze moved over me slowly, dark and hungry, yet still so gentle.

He pulled me close again, skin meeting skin, and kissed me deeply while his hands explored. His palms slid down my back. tracing every curve, then cupped my backside, squeezing softly as he pressed me against the hard length of his body. I gasped into his mouth when I felt how much he wanted me.

My hands trembled slightly as I pushed his jacket from his shoulders and worked open the buttons of his shirt. I ran my palms over his bare chest, feeling the warmth of his skin, the firm muscle beneath, the rapid beat of his heart. I leaned in and pressed open-mouthed kisses along his collarbone and down his chest, tasting him, breathing him in.

Adrian groaned softly as he unhooked my bra with one hand, letting it fall away, then cupped my breasts, thumbs brushing over my nipples until they tightened under his touch. He lowered his head and took one into his mouth, tongue circling slowly, sucking gently while his hand continued teasing the other. Pleasure shot through me, making my knees weak.

He guided me backward until the backs of my thighs met the edge of the bed. I sat, then lay back as he followed, covering me with his body His mouth returned to mine in a heated kiss while one hand slid down my stomach, slipping beneath the last piece of fabric between us. His fingers stroked me in circles that made me moan and arch against him, my hips moving Histinctively

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I reached down and worked at his belt and zipper, pushing his pants and underwear down his hips. My hand wrapped around him, stroking the hot, hard length of his arousal. He shuddered above me, breathing my name against my neck.

He kissed his way down my body, neck, breasts, stomach until he reached my thighs. He removed my panties slowly, then settled between my legs. His mouth replaced his fingers, licking and sucking with patience, building the pleasure higher and higher until I was writhing beneath him, fingers tangled in his hair, crying out as I came against his tongue.

When the waves subsided, he moved back up. kissing me so I could taste myself on his lips. He positioned himself between my thighs, I could feel the heat of him pressing against my entrance.

He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, stretching and filling me completely. The sensation was overwhelming with a sweet acke as my body adjusted to his size. He stayed still for a moment, buried deep inside me, forehead pressed to nine, breathing hard.

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