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Shades of Mr.Billionaire

An Interior Designer Wei Lin has been assigned to a new project to renovate the great Old Mansion of the Feng Corp one of biggest company in Beijing but she got no that someone had awaits her coming at the Old Mansion. Feng Teng the President of Feng Corp, a devastatingly handsome, utterly confident, a strong builder, anyone whom seen him will bend down immediately with fears and pleasure seeking playboy who knows no boundaries. Wei Lin doesn't want to be attracted to this man and yet she can't control the overwhelming desire and fears that he effected in her since the first met. She knows that her heart will never survive from his poisonous attraction. But Wei Lin instinct keep telling her to run away but Feng Teng never willing to let her go. Feng Teng is a conquer man so as a man who always what he wants. He determined to make Wei Lin him no matter how hard she tried to run away from him, still he won't back off since the first day he laid his eyes on her portfolio. *Do not read if you don't like it* I write this book only for hobby and releasing my stress over my jobs since my work always busy like Wei Lin too. Just mine is reality, no fairy tales. So sometime my imaginary tend to be active during my block head during working. So Wei Lin character pop up into my mind. So enjoy. If you like too. Do not forcing you to read , since my English also impromptu. Hehe*

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Chapter 280 Breaking The Ancient Tradition

He into my eyes deeply.

"My babe, you shouldn't look like this and say things like that too," His lips push to mine, his tongue seeking entry, encouraging my lips to part and accept him into my mouth. 

Slowly the warmness of him dispels my nervous and I've forgotten everything at once as he claims me, but he didn't let his hand to touch me. Because both of us could melt immediate into each other before our wedding vows. Both of us sweeping tongues are the only contact between us, but it's has consuming all our attachement. 

Even just a kiss, my senses are saturated, my mind scrambled, and my body desperately begging for him. But he just maintains his slow pace and fluid movements of his tongue, withdrawing occasionally to tease my lips, before he invading it back into mine.

Then I hum at his exquisite pace, the inevitable bang dropping between my thighs as he worships me delicately.