The Stand-In Who Burned the Script novel Chapter 530

Vivian's eyes flashed, swallowing the unladylike curse. She huffed, "You really are all talk. I'm not going to argue with you."

"Oh?"

The man shot her a dangerously meaningful look. "Just all talk?"

"..."

She highly suspected he was making a dirty joke, but she had no concrete proof.

"Why didn't you offer to pick me up today? Was it because you got what you wanted last night, so you decided to stop playing the perfect gentleman today?"

Silas's hand tightened slightly on her waist. "Watch your mouth."

Fine.

"Did you miss me?"

Her body was soft and warm, freshly showered and radiating a maddeningly sweet scent. The silk of her nightgown felt as smooth as bare skin against his palm.

With this kind of soft, seductive assault, any man would lose his mind.

When Silas didn't immediately answer, she naturally grew dissatisfied.

She leaned in, pressing kisses to his cheek and lips, repeating in a teasing, breathy tone, "Tell me, did you miss me?"

Her melting voice and close-quarters seduction felt like a feather trailing over his skin. It was an itch that sank straight into his bones, slowly waking a dormant heat within him.

"What did you do this afternoon?" he asked, abruptly changing the subject, his voice dangerously hoarse.

Being this close, Vivian obviously felt the shift in his mood.

Her eyes widened slightly, a wicked, triumphant smile spreading across her lips. "What else could I do? I sat in my office and thought about you."

Just like that, the man's hand slipped past the edge of her nightgown. Vivian instantly gasped and grabbed his wrist. "No, we can't... it'll hurt if we do it like this..."

Silas stared at her, his gaze burning with raw intensity.

After a heavy pause, he rasped, "Stand up first."

Vivian complied.

The very next second, he gripped her thigh, pulling her down to straddle him. His scorching breath instantly overwhelmed her senses, his dominating presence effortlessly taking complete control of her.

Vivian was slightly dazed. "What are you doing?"

"What do you think?"

The man chuckled deeply. "Look up."

The moment Vivian tilted her head, his demanding kiss crashed down on her. It was driven by a crystal-clear objective, sweeping her up like a violent hurricane.

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