Marrying my secret admirer after my husband's fake death novel Chapter 193

She had to put on a perfect wife act, too.

Edith lifted her gaze, eyes shimmering with a misty sheen–soft and alluring, silk against silk.

She reached out and draped her arms around Justin’s shoulders, rising on tiptoe to capture his lips with uncanny precision.

His lips tasted faintly of mint, cool and dry at first.

But as she deepened the kiss, they quickly grew warm and breathless.

When their lips finally parted, Edith gazed up at him, her eyes gentle, lingering, and–remembering a trick she’d read in a novel–let her hand drift teasingly across the sculpted lines of his stomach.

“Do you want me?” she whispered.

Justin was caught off guard, delight flickering in his eyes.

Was she really trying to tempt him? She didn’t need to try–one beckon from her was all it took to unravel him.

He nodded, feeling the heat in her touch. “Yeah. I want you.”

Edith took his hand and guided him, helping him unfasten her clothes.

Justin glanced down at the delicate slip of silk in his fingers. He gave it the gentlest tug, and her nightgown slipped from her shoulders, fluttering to the floor like a snowflake.

His heart thundered, every nerve electrified, breath coming hard and fast.

“Mrs. Hawksley, you overestimate my self–control. I can’t handle this kind of temptation.”

Edith grinned, pressing close, voice low and teasing. “So do you like it?”

Justin, flushed and eager as a loyal puppy, answered without hesitation, “I love it. I love you like this.”

Edith thought to herself, Lauren’s advice really worked wonders.

But Lauren never warned her about the aftermath–was she really up for whatever came next?

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Chapter 193

The night stretched on, long and languid.

A full moon hung high over the city.

Edith lost track of how many times she’d begged for mercy.

It made no difference.

Not until the moon itself was veiled by a thin black mist did Justin finally relent. He

tucked the silk comforter over her, careful not to let her catch a chill.

Edith, overheated, tried to kick off the blanket, but Justin held it down. “That was intense. You can’t get cold now or you’ll catch a bug.”

Cocooned in the covers, Edith grumbled under her breath, “So you admit it was too much?”

Justin leaned in, murmuring against her ear, “Want to take a shower?”

Edith shook her head with the force of a rattle. “No. I’m exhausted.”

He offered, “How about I help you?”

She looked horrified. “No, thank you!”

After all that, she didn’t have a shred of energy left for round two.

Seeing her expression, Justin chuckled as he got up. “Fine, I’ll go. You just rest, okay?”

Edith didn’t even make it to the end of his sentence. The moment the sound of running water drifted from the bathroom, she slipped into a deep, contented sleep.

When Justin finished his shower, he padded back to the bed in a towel, taking in the sight of Edith’s ruined nightgown and her completely exhausted, sleeping form. A smile played at his lips as he leaned down and whispered, “Mrs. Hawksley, burned by your own fire, huh? Maybe don’t play with matches next time.”

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