The Billionaire's Pretend Wife (Isabella) novel Chapter 40

The moment Isabelle pressed her lips to his, the little restraint that was keeping Jacob from doing something that could have her running into her room snapped.

Even if he was determined to not do such a thing, the frenzied passion that surged through his body the moment she kissed him made sure that his efforts were futile.

Wrapping his arms around her body, he picked her up and walked to the sofa, their lips still pressed together. The fact that she didn’t pull away or push him away through all that assured him that she wanted this as much as he did.

He only separated them as he lay her down on the sofa and hovered above her. Her eyes fluttered open to look at him, and then she nibbled on her bottom lip shyly. Had she known what accepting his request for a kiss could lead to? Or had she thought it was an innocent request?

“You’re too naive,” he whispered as he brought his lips down to hers. This time, he kissed her urgently, his firm lips prying her soft ones apart. She submitted to his kisses, kissing him back heartily. Her hands were now wrapped around his shoulders, holding on tightly to him.

He skimmed his hand down her body, feeling the softness of her feminine curves beneath her work clothes. Bringing his hand between their bodies, he covered her breast over her blouse, and then squeezed. She mewled in his mouth, and her back arched off the sofa, pushing her breast into his hand.

Her receptiveness was driving him crazy, making him more aroused than he had ever been. He finally had his sexy wife under his body, and she was loving every touch, every kiss he was giving her.

His cock hardened inside his running shorts, begging for attention. He broke the kiss and trailed his lips to her cheek, jaw, and down to her throat. She threw her head back, silently giving him access.

While he sucked on a spot on her neck, he released her breast and dragged his hand south towards her waist. Then he reached behind her and cupped her pert ass, lifting her hips to press her abdomen to his hard-on.

A rush of air left his lips at the sensation of having his hardness snuggled in the space between her legs, and he couldn’t help thrusting his hips. She gave a cry of pleasure, and the sound was like music to his ears.

Bringing his lips to her ears, he whispered, “Is that what you want, Bella?” To accompany his question, he thrust his hips forward again, grinding his hardness into her. “Do you like that?”

A strangled sound left her throat, but he couldn’t tell whether it was affirmative or not. No matter. The way her legs wrapped around his hips was confirmation enough that she liked what he was doing. But he really wanted to hear her say it.

There was no hurry–they had all night.

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Isabelle had no idea what she was doing.

Well, she did know that she was making out with Jacob, but it wasn’t something her brain was entirely on board with. Her body was another story. From the moment she kissed him and he kissed her back, all sense had flown out of her body.

She liked how he kissed her, and how his strong arms held her body, and the feel of his body bearing down on hers as she lay on the sofa.

Her body was singing with all kinds of ecstatic sensations, and she didn’t want it to stop. She wanted to feel his kisses and his touches everywhere. And when he started humping into her, it took every last modicum of self respect she had remaining to not beg him to fuck her already.