The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 606

“Care to explain? What kind of ‘interest’ are we talking about here, hmm?”

Gwyneth’s cheeks burned with embarrassment. Sandwiched in his arms like this, how was she supposed to answer? Her mind felt like it was short-circuiting.

Hawthorne glanced down at the small figure in his embrace, lips quirking in amusement. No wonder she could squeeze herself into that strange oversized plush costume.

“I just—”

Gwyneth’s breath hitched as he tipped her chin up. Without warning, Hawthorne leaned in and pressed his lips to hers.

Her brain went utterly blank at the contact.

This was the second time he’d stolen a kiss without warning.

The first had been in the car—a fleeting brush while they waited for the light to change. Even though they’d spent several nights tangled together since, Gwyneth was pretty sure they hadn’t kissed like this again.

Well, maybe he’d snuck a kiss while she was asleep and she’d never noticed.

He tightened his hold around her waist, never breaking the kiss, and maneuvered them both toward the bed.

Gwyneth knew exactly what was coming next. Even if she’d never been on this ride before, she’d certainly seen it from the sidelines.

But they were married now. It was only natural, wasn’t it?

He laid her gently on the bed, somehow pinning her wrists above her head. Hawthorne’s devastatingly handsome face hovered over hers, and the subtle scent of cedar and spice from his cologne made her pulse race.

He finally let her lips go, only to trail kisses along her jaw, down her slender neck, and behind her ear where her skin was most sensitive. His warm breath sent shivers through her whole body.

“Uncle…” she stammered, voice barely more than a whisper.

He didn’t seem interested in stopping. His lips brushed her ear as he murmured, “Call me ‘husband.’”

Her clothes slipped away, one layer at a time. His deep, velvety voice made her melt.

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