The Billionaire's Intern (Maya Thompson) novel Chapter 302

Chapter 142 Dangerous Heat-2

Chapter 142: Dangerous Heat-2

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Harper’s breath hitched, a sharp, uneven gasp betraying her careful composure. She lifted her chin, trying to smolder with defiance, but her pulse thundered, betraying every word she denied.

“Y-you’re ridiculous,” she spat, voice quivering despite her best effort. “I-It was just-don’t flatter yourself, Ashcroft!”

Her hands twitched at her sides, itching to shove him away, but her body lingered, drawn in despite her protests. She refused to admit it, refused to let him see, yet every nerve sang with awareness of him-his heat, his nearness, the memory of last night that still clung to her skin.

Ashcroft’s eyes locked on hers, sharp, predatory. The heat between them almost unbearable. His hand found her hip, holding her firm, testing her reactions.

Harper’s breath caught, her pulse racing. “What are you-” she started, voice sharp, but faltering.

Ashcroft’s hand hovered at her hip for a moment, watching every microreaction-how her chest rose, the way her fingers twitched against his touch. Then, with careful intent, he slid his hand downward, brushing over the smooth curve of her thigh.

When his fingers finally found her sensitive folds, he pressed gently, the warmth and slickness meeting his touch immediately. Harper’s eyes widened, breath hitching sharply, a soft, involuntary moan escaping her lips-betraying the heat she’d been trying to deny.

His thumb moved with calculated teasing, tracing slow, lazy circles over her sensitive core. The wetness beneath his touch spoke louder than her sharp words ever could.

Ashcroft’s smirk deepened, sensing her betrayal. He leaned closer, lips brushing her ear, his voice a husky whisper that made her shiver. “Keep denying it,” he murmured, voice a dangerous caress. But your body… never lies.”

Harper blinked, caught between indignation and a heat she couldn’t ignore, her lips parting slightly as if to argue-but no words came out, only a sharp, uneven exhale.

Testing the waters further, Ashcroft’s hand didn’t linger idly. He pressed a fraction harder, feeling her body respond-the subtle quiver of her hips betraying her even as she tried to hold herself still. Harper’s fingers curled against his shoulders, a helpless mix of protest and surrender, her breath coming in shallow, ragged bursts.

His lips hovered near her ear, hot and teasing, brushing just enough to make her shiver violently.” See?” he murmured, voice low, a predatory rumble threading each word. “Your body’s already telling me everything you’re too stubborn to admit.”

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