Divorced and Pregnant My New Life with a Billionaire Drives My Ex Crazy novel Chapter 712

Conrad slipped his arms around her from behind, holding her close.

“You’re awake?” he murmured.

“Are you tired?”

His lips brushed against her ear, his voice as gentle as it had been the night before. It felt like only a moment had passed, but somehow, an entire night was gone.

Wiona blushed, shaking her head. “Not really.”

She hesitated, dragging out the silence. “It’s just…”

Conrad, always so composed, actually held his breath, waiting for her to finish.

“Just what?” he asked, his voice soft.

“Wiona, did I not do well enough?” he teased. “If you’re not satisfied, we can always practice more.”

“We’ve got all day, after all… You can pick the place, the position, whatever you want.”

His voice dropped even lower, sending a shiver down her spine.

Her cheeks burned. She could barely meet his eyes.

“It was good,” she blurted out. “Really good. Stop talking, will you?”

She covered his mouth with her hand, only for him to flick his tongue against her palm, warm and unexpected.

She yanked her hand back, but he caught it before she could escape.

“What are you hiding for?” he grinned. “Weren’t you just teasing me?”

His eyes sparkled with mischief.

Wiona stomped her foot, flustered. “Conrad, stop licking my hand!”

He didn’t even hesitate. “Yeah. Gotta keep my wife happy.”

“Especially since you’re so hard to please,” he teased.

He backed her up against the kitchen island, then lifted her easily onto a stool. Standing between her knees, he caged her in with his arms.

Wiona’s legs trembled. She felt absolutely trapped, but in the best possible way.

“Okay, okay, I’m satisfied!” she laughed nervously. “When did I ever say I wasn’t?”

“Conrad, I am completely, utterly satisfied. With your technique, your control, your stamina, even your size—everything. I swear I won’t mess with you again. Have mercy. Please.”

She cupped his face, all playfulness gone.

She meant it. If she teased him any more, she was pretty sure he’d take her right there on the kitchen counter. And after last night, she really needed a break.

Conrad looked down at her, then rested his palm gently on top of her head.

“So, you like to play games she can’t win,” he teased. “Starting tomorrow, we’re working out together.”

“If you cry again next time, I won’t be so quick to let you off easy.”

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