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Wooing my Bodyguard Wife

[R18 - Contains SMUT & UST] “Fuck the rich!” Xue Ning declared. "I'm rich - fuck me - not anyone else!” As the second son of a billionaire, Sun Jingwei is undoubtedly rich, handsome and a playboy - but now he's been ensnared by his new bodyguard who hates rich people with a passion! How can he insert himself into her 'fuck the rich' motto? What happens when they end up married in the eyes of the public? Here is the slowburn love story between a billionaire’s handsome playboy son and his new straight-laced, sarcastic wannabe-bodyguard wife that looks like a cute kitten! EXCERPT: “Oh good, you received my delivery!” was his excited reply. “Did you accidentally mix my outfits with the ones meant for your girlfriend?” Xue Ning asks flatly. “Of course not! I don’t have a girlfriend! All these are handpicked for you!” Jingwei exclaims. “You handpicked underwear for me?!” She squawks, face red. “We’re not that close!” “How can you say that? You’re practically my saviour! I owe you a life debt!” Jingwei argues. “Sexy underwear is the least you deserve!” “You’re giving your saviour underwear?” She asks incredulously in return. “Do you not find anything weird with this?” = This is an original work - do not steal! Cover is from Lia Audelia! =

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Consensual Competition? (R18) Part 1

"Xue Ning, I have an idea," Jingwei began cheekily as he continued to finger her, relishing in her sweet muffled moans. "Do you want to bet with me?"

"What bet?" Xue Ning choked out as she tried her best to focus on her task, something made exponentially harder by the fact that Jingwei was nibbling at her earlobes, causing her to shudder with pleasure. 

She briefly remembered that their last proposed bet idea; it was about him seducing her. There was no point to that bet, that ship had already left the harbour - there was no way she was going to return to abstinence when she discovered her ticket to toe-curling orgasms was just next to her! 

Of course, she wasn't going to let Jingwei know that yet. His ego would grow exponentially. She rather let him sweat for a while longer. 

"Bet you can't get my shirt off before I get you to come," Jingwei said wickedly, a challenging glint in his eyes as he curled his fingers again to stroke Xue Ning's g-spot.