Billionaire Playboy's Secret Baby
Tanny Precious
"Stop calling me that," he muttered. "Max. To you, it's Max."
His fingers slid from my wrist to my palm, and then, slowly, he brought my hand to his chest, pressing it over his heartbeat.
I froze.
"You're not them," he repeated, quieter this time. "You're Ava."
Something inside me cracked.
I should have walked away. I should have left him in that car.
But instead, I leaned in.
And when I kissed him, he didn't pull away.
His lips were warm, his breath slow and deep as he let me in.
His hand tight...
His fingers slid from my wrist to my palm, and then, slowly, he brought my hand to his chest, pressing it over his heartbeat.
I froze.
"You're not them," he repeated, quieter this time. "You're Ava."
Something inside me cracked.
I should have walked away. I should have left him in that car.
But instead, I leaned in.
And when I kissed him, he didn't pull away.
His lips were warm, his breath slow and deep as he let me in.
His hand tight...