Dumped My Cheating Ex. Now I'm Sleeping Next to a Billionaire CEO novel Chapter 1293

James stretched out his arm, grabbed his phone from the nightstand, and called Keaton. The second the line picked up, his voice was low and cold, “Move my two appointments to tonight. I’ve got something urgent to deal with. Until then, don’t let anyone interrupt me.” He hung up without waiting for an answer and tossed the phone aside.

Emmy gaped at him, stunned, as James pulled open the nightstand drawer. Inside was a whole stack of little square boxes, ready and waiting. He grabbed one, tore it open, and looked back at her, a wicked smile curving his lips.

“Alright,” he said, eyes blazing, “time to get down to business.”

Before Emmy could say a word, James bent down and kissed her. His rough, warm hand slid under her flimsy nightgown, making her whole body go tense in surprise… The sun outside was bright and golden, but in the room the air just kept getting thicker, hotter, and so charged it felt like something electric.

That whole day felt endless for Emmy, caught somewhere between aching pain and dizzying pleasure. The only breaks came when a robot delivered breakfast or lunch, but she barely had time to taste anything. As soon as she put down her fork, James would already be carrying her back to bed.

With the curtains drawn tight, there was no telling if it was day or night anymore. Emmy lay sprawled across the messy sheets, boneless and helpless, letting James do whatever he wanted. She couldn’t even explain it. Every muscle in her body was sore and drained, yet when he wanted her again she couldn’t bring herself to say no—in fact, some part of her wanted more. The craving was physical and emotional, tangled up together and reaching its own fever pitch. Maybe it was only in moments like this, wrapped up in him completely, that she really felt he was all hers. And she was his, just the same.

She didn’t even know how much time had passed before the latest wild round finally burned itself out. Emmy collapsed on her pillow, so tired she honestly couldn’t even wiggle a finger. James, on the other hand, seemed unfazed. He lay beside her, one broad hand smoothing over her sweaty back, his lips finding her ear and the curve of her neck with soft, lingering kisses.

“Babe…” he murmured in a low, rough voice, still lazy from the afterglow. “Are you still hiding something from me?”

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