Loving The Better Brother novel Chapter 31

“Loving The Better Brother

Chapter 31 Ruined Fantasy

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The mattress dipped slightly, hinting that someone was trying to lie down next to

1. me.

I lay there with my eyes closed, pretending to be asleep, suddenly aware of the warmth becoming more intense at my side.

Just then, the warmth moved, hovering over me.

A solid weight settled between my thighs, and my breath caught in my throat. The sheets brushed against my legs as the figure leaned down, and I felt the faintest whisper of hot air graze my collarbone.

I opened my eyes and found Tristan looking down at me.

His name echoed in my head before I could even speak it. He was above me, braced on his elbows, his dark hair slightly tousled as though he had run his fingers through it on the way here. His gaze was steady, and far too confident for someone who had just appeared in my bedroom without explanation.

“What are you doing here?” I asked, my voice embarrassingly breathless.

He merely smirked, already unbuttoning the top of his shirt in a teasing manner. He moved like he had all the time in the world and knew I would not dare to interrupt him. The soft glow from the bedside lamp traced the lines of his collarbone, the firm plane of his chest as fabric loosened and parted.

“That’s not important now, is it?” he murmured.

nured.

He shrugged the shirt off his shoulders and let it fall somewhere on the floor. The sight of him bare above the waist stole the air from my lungs.

He then reached for my hand.

I should have pulled away. Instead, my fingers trembled in his grasp as he guided my palm to his chest. His skin was warm, firm beneath my touch, and I felt the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against my hand.

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“Feel it,” he said softly. “Enjoy it as you want, baby.”

My eyes widened. Baby?

“How did you get here?” I managed to whisper again, though the question felt weak compared to the heat pooling in my stomach.

He smirked, and the expression did dangerous things to my resolve.

He moved my hand slowly downward, making me feel each crevice of his abdomen.

My fingertips traced the contours of muscle, the subtle ridges and dips, the heat of him beneath my palm. My breathing turned shallow as his own hand covered mine, pressing it flatter against him.

His other hand drifted up my arm, fingers brushing my wrist, then my forearm, then higher. He traced the curve of my shoulder before sliding down the length of my side, pausing at my waist. The contact was featherlight, and it made my back arch without my permission.

“Relax,” he murmured, lowering his face close to mine. I could feel the warmth of his breath against my lips. “You’re safe.”

The word wrapped around me, warm and intoxicating.

His hand continued its exploration, skimming over my hip, then resting there possessively. Meanwhile, he guided my hand lower, and my pulse jumped

realized where he intended to take it. My mind screamed at me to stop when

and

demand answers as to his presence in my room. Instead, I swallowed hard and let him lead.

here pope hare

His smirk deepened as my palm brushed lower, hovering where his body grew warmer and more sensitive.

“Take your time,” he whispered. “This is all yours anyway.”

“Tristan-”

The bedroom door creaked open.

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“What are you moaning for?”

The scene shattered.

I bolted upright so fast I nearly tangled myself in the sheets. My heart slammed against my ribs, but the room was empty. There was a warm body above me. No discarded shirt on the floor.

It was just Kath standing at my doorway, scratching the back of her neck.

“Does something hurt?” she asked, squinting at me. “Did your first week in the office already make you an old woman?”

I looked at her, disoriented. My cheeks felt like they were on fire. “Moaning?” I repeated, horrified.

“You,” she said plainly. “I can hear your voice up to the kitchen.”

I threw the blankets aside and swung my legs over the bed. “I wasn’t,” I said quickly, avoiding her gaze. “Breakfast. I’m hungry. You know how I get when I’m hungry.”

She studied me with a suspicious look, then chuckled. “Sure.”

I escaped the bedroom before she could ask anything else.

It was a dream? Goodness, I can’t believe Tristan Hale is tormenting me even in my sleep. I cursed under my breath but stopped short when I entered the dining

area.

The table was overflowing with my favorite food!

I turned slowly to Kath, who was already behind me. “You prepared all of thi

“Of course.” She grinned proudly. “I reckoned the office girl would be tired after her first week, so I made all of your favorites.”

My chest did a little jump. The week had drained me more than I wanted to admit. Between adjusting to the workload, navigating unfamiliar systems, and enduring Tristan’s infuriating presence, I had felt like I was constantly one step behind everyone else.

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