The Billionaire's Hidden Son

Pool

He battled to suppress the unwavering tension surging through him, but the indelible emotion dwelling within his heart held him captive, unwilling to let go.

His face contorted gradually as his lips drew nearer to hers. With a gradual motion, her eyes closed, surrendering to his gentle touch as their lips met, a subtle and tantalizing kiss.

The air crackled with a charged, sensual energy as he reluctantly pulled away, almost appearing ashamed of his actions. "I am sorry," he mumbled, his fingers lightly brushing against his lips.

"Why are you apologizing? Aren't you capable enough?" she remarked, a mischievous glint dancing in her eyes. Stephen endeavored to capture the essence of this playful exchange.

"I thought things were moving too quickly. We've only just begun," he admitted, a hint of timidity in his words that ignited her laughter. In that moment, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of shame as she teased him.

"Do you really have to do this?" he asked, gently pulling her clo