Dumped My Cheating Ex. Now I'm Sleeping Next to a Billionaire CEO novel Chapter 1750

Held firmly in his grasp, Sylvia had no room to retreat. Forced to rely entirely on the strength of his arm supporting her, she tilted her head back to endure the sudden, overwhelming invasion. The tips of their noses pressed intimately together. The temperature in the confined space skyrocketed, rendering the very air scalding hot.

Sylvia lacked any real experience with kissing, and within seconds, her breathing unraveled entirely. Her fingers could only grasp weakly at the fabric of his shirt.

Just as the air seemed ready to combust, a sharp series of knocks broke the spell.

"Knock, knock, knock."

Sophia's voice immediately drifted in from the other side of the door. "Ms. Moore, there is an urgent document that needs your immediate review. They are waiting for the final decision... Huh? Where did she go?"

Sylvia's eyes flew open, her sanity instantly returning. In a blind panic, she shoved forcefully against Steve's shoulders and jerked her body back. Because she retreated so hastily, she nearly lost her footing. Steve quickly wrapped an arm around her waist, catching her before she could fall.

Her face was burning so hot it looked as though it might drip blood. Gasping for air, her guilty gaze darted wildly around the room. She looked at the ceiling, the sink, the floor tiles, anywhere but at Steve.

Taking in her utterly adorable display, Steve let his fingertips trace the curve of her cheek, resting his thumb gently on her slightly swollen, reddened lips. He stroked the mesmerizing lips that had him so thoroughly addicted, his eyes as dark and fathomless as an ink pool.

"Did you like how that felt?"

At his words, Sylvia's blush deepened even further, the scarlet flush spreading rapidly all the way down her neck. She scrambled to her feet and looked frantically into the large mirror above the sink. The reflection staring back at her had red-rimmed eyes, messy hair, and an abnormally bright flush staining her lips. If she walked out looking like this, Sophia's imagination would absolutely run wild.

"Let go of me..." she protested softly, attempting to squirm out of his hold.

Instead of releasing her, Steve looped his arms around her waist from behind. He rested his chin casually on her shoulder, studying their pressed-together figures in the mirror with a thoroughly roguish tone.

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