Chapter 1326

"What?"

Staring down at the breathtaking girl smiling up at him, Jimmie subconsciously swallowed hard.

Honestly, asking "do you want to kiss me?" had been a moment of absolute temporary insanity on Luella's part.

If she had to say it again, the words would never leave her throat.

"Never mind."

Luella blinked awkwardly, pulling her hands back to make a quick escape.

The moment she turned around.

A strong hand clamped around her wrist, yanking her firmly into a solid chest.

"You"

Luella's eyes went wide, but before she could get another word out, a devastating kiss crashed down on her.

It was aggressive, urgent, and fiercely hungry.

His lips felt like a vice, trying to draw the very breath from her lungs.

Luella grabbed onto his broad shoulders to anchor herself, forced onto her tiptoes.

She hovered right on the edge of breathless euphoria.

Finally.

Jimmie pulled back just enough to look at her. His eyes were dark with heavy desire, entirely focused on Luella. "I've wanted to do that all night, but I was worried about the gun in your pocket."

Luella was dazed for a few seconds before she finally registered his words. She let out a breathless laugh. "I didn't bring my gun tonight."

"And what does that mean?" Jimmie murmured, tracing the line of her cheek, his gaze intoxicatingly soft.

"It means you have permission to cross the line." Luella pushed up on her toes and pressed a quick kiss to the corner of his mouth, summoning her courage. "And I promise I won't kill you."

Jimmie's eyes darkened instantly as his brain rapidly processed the implications of what she had just said.

Did she mean what he thought she meant?

Snapping back to reality.

Jimmie leaned down and effortlessly scooped her up into his arms, his voice dropping to a gravelly whisper. "I'm holding you to that."

The room spun.

Luella was dropped onto the center of the plush mattress. When her vision cleared, Jimmie was kneeling at the edge of the bed, methodically unbuttoning his shirt.

The visual alone was practically a criminal offense.

"Ahem."

Luella rubbed her nose, genuinely afraid she was going to get a nosebleed. "You know what, maybe I should just go back."

The intensity rolling off Jimmie was suddenly extremely intimidating.

She had let his beauty cloud her judgment. This was a mistake.

Luella scrambled to sit up, but Jimmie planted his hands on either side of her, caging her in.

He looked down at her, his voice a dangerous rumble. "You don't get to back out now."

"Wait, listen, let me explain-mmph!"

Luella swore on her life.

At first, she really did try to resist, but she simply lacked the willpower to fight off a man this gorgeous.

And then later-

She furrowed her brow, her expression tight with discomfort as she stared up at him with watery eyes. "Haven't you shot romance movies before?"

Jimmie went totally rigid, a fine sheen of sweat breaking out on his forehead as he held his breath.

"Forget it."

Luella gave his chest a frustrated shove, rolling over to face away from him. She muttered under her breath, "This is boring. Really boring."

What?

Was she talking about his...?

She wasn't satisfied!

Feeling his pride as a man severely challenged, Jimmie reached over and killed the bedside lamp. He

hauled her right back into his arms, his voice a dangerous, gravelly

threat. "You're not satisfied?"

"Fine. Let's do something interesting."

He had been trying to be gentle because he cared about her, and she had the nerve

to call him boring?

Oh, absolutely not.

Jimmie's patience officially snapped.

After that.

The fierce wind outside howled, rattling the heavy glass windows of the presidential suite.

Only this time, the storm outside was drowned out by the distinct, rhythmic sounds echoing inside the room.

And it didn't stop for a very long time.

The next day.

2:00 PM.

A jarring ringtone echoed through the massive bedroom. Under the covers, the

sleeping girl shifted with an annoyed groan.

Damn it.

What the hell was wrong with her body?

Her lower back felt like it had been snapped in half-sore and agonizingly stiff. Her limbs felt like they had been completely detached and reassembled incorrectly she could barely feel them at all.

"?"

Luella lay there in a daze, wondering if she was actually dead.

And if her cause of death was...

Just as her mind was drifting through wild theories, the bedroom door opened.

Jimmie walked in looking impossibly refreshed and energized, wearing a black silk

robe and carrying a tray of food.

Seeing her struggling just to flex her

l.ne

wrists, his lips curled into a devastating smirk, a low chuckle escaping him. "You're awake Are you hungry?"