9 Competitive About His Marriage

It's a beautiful day outside, the weather just right, warm not too hot. I step out onto the balcony and breathe in the fresh air, the scent of flowers growing along one side of the hotel.

From up here, I can see the pool, huge and luxurious, with full beds around it rather than lounge chairs, and massage stations set up nearby, along with a swim-up bar. Farther away, I spot what look like outdoor hot tubs, and little wooden shacks beside them that must be steam rooms or saunas.

Beyond those, a series of flower gardens. In the other direction is a scenic clifftop overlooking white sand beaches and the ocean far below, crashing against the rocks. The view is beautiful, breathtaking. It will be even more so at sunset tonight, I'm sure.

The thought of coming back to this room with Robin tonight has my pulse racing and my mind leaping toward dirty thoughts. I didn't think, when I agreed to this, that anything would happen between us necessarily. It seemed like too much to hope for. But after that kiss in the elevator, I can't help wondering if he has more in mind than just playacting.

When I turn back into the room to call Robin over, I catch him staring at me, that unreadable look in his eyes once more. "You look beautiful," he says, his voice so low I'm not sure I heard him right.

He walks toward me, and I step back into the room to meet him, my heart racing.

"Thank you." My cheeks are still flushed from earlier, and the heat flows back into them now, especially when I watch the way his gaze drips over my body, like he's drinking me in.

"You look… great, too." My voice faltered before I could say what I was really thinking. You look hot enough to set me on fire.

Robin winks in response.

"There is one catch, though, Chunhua." He lifts a hand to trail along the wall closest to our bed. Robin taps lightly. "My friend Shan booked a room just on the other side, right next to us."

"Oh." My eyes dance from the wall to Robin and back again. "What does that mean?"

He grins and walks toward me, to where I'm standing in between the open windows of the balcony. "I'm very competitive, you know."

I have to suppress a real smirk at that.

"Oh really? I didn't notice—how many times did you make the whole office play that card game Zhìxin taught us, until you finally got good enough to win every single round?"

He smirks back.

"Pretty sure I started winning by the end of the first night."

I narrow my eyes.

"Still. What about your competitiveness?"

He tilts a head back toward the wall, nodding at it casually. "Well. I'm competitive about my marriage, too."

"Obviously, or you wouldn't have brought me all the way out here just to win a bet."

He loops an arm around my waist and pulls me against him, startling me. I suck in a breath, my eyes locked on his, which are suddenly just inches from my own. His face is so close I can feel his breath caress my cheek. My lips burn all over again, longing for his once more.

"I don't just want to win this bet, Chunhua, I want to dominate it."

The way he says dominate makes me clench my thighs together, suddenly all too aware of the heat between them, and how wet I'm starting to get just at the thought of that.

"I've already got a smoking hot wife. But I'll need Shan to hear just how hot our marriage is, too."

"H-hear… what, exactly?" I manage, proud of myself for only stammering a little bit. My heart trips in my throat.

"How hot our night life is, of course." His hand slides down my curves, tracing the line of my waist to my hips. My heart beats faster, especially when he pulls me against him again.

"I'm going to have to make you moan tonight, Chunhua." He trails a single finger up the edge of my jaw, tilting my face toward his. Our lips are barely a breath apart now.

I can hardly think; he makes my head swim so much.

"I want our neighbors to hear you scream my name. So everyone who hears knows you're my sex-kitten of a wife." His fingertip reaches my neck, and he slides his hand around the nape of my neck, cupping me tightly. "So they know you worship your billionaire husband."

I catch my breath, my eyes on his mouth. I couldn't look away now if I tried.

"Well… if that's what we're going for…" I summon my nerve and meet his eyes, my own gaze probably hot enough to start a fire right about now. I want him so badly. I have for months. For a whole goddamn year. "Maybe we'd better start practicing again," I say, my throat almost closing over the words, over how bold that feels.

But to my relief, Robin doesn't balk at the thought, or back down. Instead, his smile just widens, sharpening around the edges. "You read my mind, Chunhua."

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It's finally happening. I am living my fantasies. The moment I've wanted ever since I first stepped into the billionaire's office to interview for my position with him, and knew I was completely under his spell.

This is the first time I'll be in bed with a billionaire. Finally. Months of tension feel built up in me. A whole year's worth. Deep down, somewhere in the back of my mind, I know I ought to be worried about this. About sleeping with my boss, for God's sake. But I can't bring myself to care. Not when it's a billionaire.