Billionaire's match novel

---- Chapter 640 Winnie hadn't expected it. She struggled instinctively for a moment, but her strength quickly ebbed away, and she collapsed against him like a loose rag. Michael's kisses grew deeper, more insistent, yet gentler, more tender with each passing second. She was already lightly dressed, and by now her shaw! had slipped somewhere out of reach. Without turning on the light, they moved together, entwined, toward the bed.

Her hair spilled across the pillow like black silk, and Michael's strong, angular hands traced her with an intensity that had been building for years, now finally unleashed, unstoppable. The emotions of a lifetime erupted all at once, sweeping them both into a world of overwhelming tenderness and desire. Michael still retained a shred of reason; he paused for a heartbeat, as if to say something-but Winnie bit her lip, answering him with action instead. She greedily pressed his firm waist into her palms, savoring every single moment of the night.

Clothes fell away, night light spilled across them like a silver river. ---- When Winnie woke the next morning, her entire body ached as though it had been dismantled. It had been her first time. Though Michael had been careful and gentle, neither of them could withstand the intensity and fervor of their mutual desire. She opened her eyes. Michael was already gone, but the lingering warmth in the bed reminded her, unmistakably, that last night had been real, not a dream. After a quick shower in Michael's bedroom, she emerged cautiously. The smell of food drifted in, comforting and appetizing.

Michael's figure moved about the open kitchen. He looked every bit the pampered young master, clearly unused to cooking. On a nearby plate lay eight fried eggs-seven burned to a crisp. Now, he was carefully attempting to fry a new batch. "Let me do it?" Winnie suddenly offered. Her words made Michael jump; he nearly tipped the frying pan She caught his hand in time "Be careful." Their palms brushed, then separated. ---- "You're up already?" Michael asked, a teasing warmth in his eyes, his face lit with a soft glow He turned off the stove and gently took her hands in his.

The tendemess in his voice threatened to spill over. Winnie murmured a shy "Mm," her ears flushing red. "Why not sleep a bit longer? Are you hungry?" She shook her head, then nodded again, unsure of what to do. After last night, it felt impossible to face him normally. Michael had never seen Winnie like this and couldn't help laughing softly. "Then wait outside for me for a moment-"'ll be done in a second." "No, I'll do it. You don't know how to cook," she muttered, lifting her gaze just enough to meet his. His unblinking stare made her cheeks flare red.

She quickly pushed him aside and returned to the stove. Michael didn't resist; he stayed at her side, saying, "Fine, I'll watch and learn. From now on, I'll take care of breakfast at our house." "Our house..." Winnie froze, almost turning the heat too high, then hurriedly adjusted it. ---- "Yes, our house. | remember what you said last night. | take promises seriously, so no backing out. From now on, this is the only house rule: a word once spoken must be kept." His playful, commanding tone made her feel as if she had been turned into a servant overnight. "| never agreed to any of that!

What did | say last night? And house rules? Who gave you the right to make them?" she protested, cheeks still burning.