A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

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In addition to the affection evident in his eyes, there was a subtle hint of desire.

As a mature woman, Olivia understood that returning to the past with Dylan was unlikely.

She sensed his struggle to restrain himself during their kiss.

In the past month, he had had to suppress his desires by taking cold showers on several occasions since he was turned on but didn’t want to force her.

As soon as their eyes met, her heart began to race.

Sensing the intensity of his gaze, she quickly searched for an excuse to escape.

“I’ll go check on Leyla.

”

But before she could rise from her seat, Dylan caught her wrist and pulled her into his embrace.

With one hand securing her, Dylan closed the door behind them.

The door closed softly.

Before Olivia could utter a word, Dylan dipped his head, capturing her lips in a tender kiss.

Her shawl slipped down from her shoulder, draping like clouds onto the sofa.

Then her body was gently placed on top of it.

Dylan cupped her neck, pressing his lips to hers in a fervent embrace.

With deft fingers, he unfastened her shirt, his touch skillful and deliberate.

Olivia grasped his arm, her voice husky as she interjected, “Dylan, it’s too fast.

”

Dylan paused, his actions stilled by her words.

He gazed tenderly at the woman under him and asked softly, “Was that too fast? Olivia, we’ve known each other for over ten years.

”

Despite being married for a considerable period, they have never truly been together, mostly because of her pregnancy.

Olivia had always had doubts and hesitations.

Dylan continued his gentle persuasion, a common trait among men.

They understood that a woman’s true affection often surfaced in moments like these, revealing her willingness to commit fully.

Gradually, Olivia’s delicate fingers intertwined with his hair as she succumbed to his coaxing, her body yielding to his touch.

Emotions ignited within them as their bodies connected.

At that moment, Dylan’s phone chimed from his pocket, but he brushed it off, his attention solely on Olivia as he trailed his hand along her body, consumed by emotion.

Yet the persistent ringing persisted.

Olivia composed herself slightly, murmuring against Dylan’s shoulder, “Your phone! Maybe it’s about work.

”

Dylan’s gaze darkened as he reached for the phone with one hand, his brow furrowing upon glimpsing the caller ID.

Sensing his tension, Olivia gently touched his face and inquired softly, “What’s wrong?”