Marrying A Secret Zillionaire: Happy Ever After Novel

Chapter 202: The seconds stretched into an eternity as he waited for her response.

Finally, Linsey smiled, her dimples deepening, her cheeks flushed.

"Collin, have you been drinking?" she teased, playfully patting his face. "Of course you're Collin."

Collin's grip on her hand tightened, a wave of relief and excitement washing over him. "And who am I to you?" he pressed, his eyes searching hers.

In that moment, Collin realized the depth of his feelings for her.

He could look at her forever and still want more.

Linsey giggled, wrapping her arms around his neck. Her soft voice tickled his ear as she whispered, "You, Collin Riley, are my husband. So asking you to stay with me tonight is perfectly reasonable!" She giggled again, her voice playful yet firm. "You have no reason to refuse, and I won't let you."

Collin's eyes darkened. He leaned closer, their breaths mingling, the space between them shrinking.

"Do you really want me to stay, Linsey?" he asked, his voice low and husky. "I'm warning you, if you say yes, there's no going back."

Linsey shook her head firmly. "I won't regret it," she whispered.

As soon as she finished speaking, Collin leaned in and captured her lips in a deep, passionate kiss.

Linsey was momentarily taken aback but quickly closed her eyes, melting into the kiss.

Within seconds, they were both breathless, their chests heaving. Linsey had managed to completely unravel Collin's normally impeccable self-control.

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"Linsey…" Collin murmured, his voice husky with desire. "I want you."

But Linsey suddenly turned her head away, stopping him in his tracks.

"Wait," she said.

Collin's brow furrowed in concern. He thought she might be having second thoughts.

Before he could speak, however, Linsey surprised him by pushing him onto the bed with unexpected strength.

Collin, sprawled on the bed, was momentarily stunned. Even drunk, she was surprisingly strong.

He looked up at her, a playful grin spreading across her face as she straddled him.

"What are you doing?" he asked, a hint of amusement in his voice.

Linsey leaned down, her expression serious as she tugged on his tie. "I want to be in charge," she declared.

Collin's breath quickened, his gaze locking with Linsey's. His voice came out hoarse. "Cut it out, Linsey."

He reached out, intending to pull her back down to him.

But Linsey wasn't backing down. In a flash, she yanked off his tie, bound his hands to the headboard, and, with a serious look, declared, "Don't move."

Collin almost burst into laughter at her boldness. He watched her as she inspected the knot she had tied, satisfaction written all over her face, then ripped open his shirt with surprising boldness.

For a moment, he chose not to break free from the loose knot, more intrigued by her mischief than anything.

He couldn't help but watch, amused, as Linsey fumbled through her playful rebellion.

Slowly, Collin realized he had completely misjudged her.

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