The Billionaire's Bought Bride

Chapter 18: Stolen Kisses and Unexpected Guests - 18+

The crow incident, bizarre as it was, had a curious effect on Aditi and Arjun. The tension, previously laced with a touch of nervous excitement, was replaced by a comfortable intimacy. Their laughter echoed through the apartment as they recounted the story over a late-night dinner, the stolen shoe now relegated to a place of honor on the mantelpiece.

Later that night, as they lay entangled in bed, the moonlight casting playful shadows on the walls, a newfound sense of ease settled between them. Arjun traced patterns on Aditi's arm, his touch sending shivers down her spine.

"You know," he murmured, his voice husky with desire, "despite the crow's interruption, you still owe me a victory dinner, Mrs. Rathore."

Aditi smiled, her voice a soft whisper. "And what kind of victory dinner did you have in mind, Mr. CEO?"

His lips brushed her ear, sending a jolt of electricity through her body. "One that ends with dessert in bed," he whispered, his voice laced with a promise.

Their second kiss was anything but restrained. It was a slow, sensual exploration, filled with unspoken desires and a newfound confidence. His hands roamed her body, their touch igniting a fire within her. His kiss traveled down her neck, sending shivers cascading over her skin. He unbuttoned her blouse slowly, his eyes never leaving hers.

"Beautiful," he murmured, his voice a husky rumble. He trailed kisses down her collarbone, each touch sending a spark igniting within her.

They explored each other with a newfound urgency, their bodies yearning for a deeper connection. Aditi gasped as his touch sent shivers down her spine. She clung to him, her nails digging into his back as he pushed her nightgown up, revealing the smooth skin of her thighs.

"Tell me what you want, Aditi," he growled, his voice a dark caress. "Tell me how you want me to touch you."

Taking a deep breath, she surprised herself with the words that tumbled out. "Strong," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly. "I want you to be strong, but... gentle too. Remind me who's in charge, Arjun, but... show me you care."

He chuckled, a low rumble that vibrated through her. "Consider it done, Mrs. Rathore," he promised, his voice laced with amusement. He moved between her legs, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through her body.

What followed was a night of passionate surrender, a blur of heated kisses, whispered promises, and stolen moans. He took control, his touch both firm and tender, pushing her to new heights of pleasure. She reveled in the feeling of being cherished yet dominated, a delicious contradiction that left her breathless and wanting more.

As dawn painted the horizon with streaks of pink and orange, they lay entangled in each other's arms, a comfortable silence settling between them. It was a physical connection unlike any she'd ever experienced, a deep intimacy that transcended the boundaries of the bedroom.

The following week flew by in a whirlwind of stolen kisses, playful banter, and late-night conversations as they shared their hopes and dreams. Their love was blossoming, nurtured by shared laughter, a sense of adventure, and a newfound vulnerability they shared with each other.

One Saturday morning, however, their quiet weekend plans were interrupted by an unexpected doorbell ring. Arjun, still in his pajamas, scowled at the interruption.

"Who could that be this early?" he mumbled, heading towards the door.

Aditi peeked out from behind the bedroom door, a playful smile on her lips. "Maybe it's your victory breakfast delivery?" she teased.