The Billionaire's Pretend Wife (Isabella)
Chapter 40 Forty

The moment Isabelle pressed her lips to his, the little restraint that was keeping Jacob from doing something that could have her running into her room snapped. Even if he was determined to not do such a thing, the frenzied passion that surged through his body the moment she kissed him made sure that his efforts were futile. Wrapping his arms around her body, he picked her up and walked to the sofa, their lips still pressed together. The fact that she didn't pull away or push him away through all that assured him that she wanted this as much as he did.

He only separated them as he lay her down on the sofa and hovered above her. Her eyes fluttered open to look at him, and then she nibbled on her bottom lip shyly. Had she known what accepting his request for a kiss could lead to? Or had she thought it was an innocent request?

"You're too naive," he whispered as he brought his lips down to hers. This time, he kissed her urgently, his firm lips prying her soft ones apart. She submitted to his kisses, kissing him back heartily. Her hands were now wrapped around his shoulders, holding on tightly to him.

He skimmed his hand down her body, feeling the softness of her feminine curves beneath her work clothes. Bringing his hand between their bodies, he covered her breast over her blouse, and then squeezed. She mewled in his mouth, and her back arched off the sofa, pushing her breast into his hand.

Her receptiveness was driving him crazy, making him more aroused than he had ever been. He finally had his sexy wife under his body, and she was loving every touch, every kiss he was giving her. His cock hardened inside his running shorts, begging for attention. He broke the kiss and trailed his lips to her cheek, jaw, and down to her throat. She threw her head back, silently giving him access. While he sucked on a spot on her neck, he released her breast and dragged his hand south towards her waist. Then he reached behind her and cupped her pert ass, lifting her hips to press her abdomen to his hard-on.

A rush of air left his lips at the sensation of having his hardness snuggled in the space between her legs, and he couldn't help thrusting his hips. She gave a cry of pleasure, and the sound was like music to his ears.

Bringing his lips to her ears, he whispered, "Is that what you want, Bella?" To accompany his question, he thrust his hips forward again, grinding his hardness into her. "Do you like that?"

A strangled sound left her throat, but he couldn't tell whether it was affirmative or not. No matter. The way her legs wrapped around his hips was confirmation enough that she liked what he was doing. But he really wanted to hear her say it.

There was no hurry-they had all night.

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Isabelle had no idea what she was doing.

Well, she did know that she was making out with Jacob, but it wasn't something her brain was entirely on board with. Her body was another story. From the moment she kissed him and he kissed her back, all sense had flown out of her body.

She liked how he kissed her, and how his strong arms held her body, and the feel of his body bearing down on hers as she lay on the sofa.

Her body was singing with all kinds of ecstatic sensations, and she didn't want it to stop. She wanted to feel his kisses and his touches everywhere. And when he started humping into her, it took every last modicum of self respect she had remaining to not beg him to fuck her already.

Especially as the ache between her legs deepened, and she began feeling like she would die if he didn't touch her there. What would it hurt? They were both adults who were attracted to each other. There was no reason they could not-

Her thoughts grind to a stop.

There was. There was a big reason why they couldn't sleep together. She gasped as she realised the mistake she was about to make and pushed gently at his chest. Jacob lifted his head and regarded her with eyes full of lust. They almost stole her breath away, but she steeled herself against the effect he was having on her.

When he leaned in to kiss her lips, she moved her head to the side, avoiding him. He sighed and rested his head on her shoulder. "What's wrong?"

What was wrong was that she had led him to believe that she was the eldest daughter of the Cruz family. As far as he was concerned, that was who he was married to. She was just a substitute. No matter how much she desired him, she couldn't sleep with him.

Because she knew if they slept together, they would become a real couple. Being in a pretend marriage with him while hiding her true identity was bad enough. Getting into a real relationship with him while doing so was even worse.

"I can't," she replied.

Jacob sighed and lifted his head to look at her again. "Are you afraid that I won't be nice to you once we become a real couple?"

No, she was more than certain that he would be the best partner ever. He was so caring and sweet and drove her crazy.

She shook her head.

Jacob's body froze suddenly, and his eyes narrowed. "Have you slept with another man before? Your ex?"

Would it be an issue to him? Whichever the case, she wasn't about to discuss her sex life-or lack thereof-with him. "I just remembered that I have a design that's due. I should go and work on it." He stared at her face for a while longer, as if deliberating on whether she was being truthful or not. Finally, he wrapped his arms around her and embraced her closely, burying his face into her neck. "No, don't go. Stay with me."

Isabelle took deep breaths to calm herself, but that didn't work well when the smell of his masculine sweat invaded her senses. A scent that made her want to bury her nose into his skin and... She shook her head. Focus. But even without the deep breaths distracting her, his warm body temperature wrapped around her was another temptation to stay.

"I have to go," she said finally, wriggling from his embrace. When she insisted, he let her go, and she hurried towards her room.

With her gone, Jacob sat up on the sofa and took a deep breath. He raked his fingers through his hair, not believing how things had turned out. He had been so sure that she wouldn't run away this time. A few seconds later, his phone pinged, and when he picked it up, he saw that he had a new email from Isabelle. It was a message to her client, asking for an extension of the deadline to finish working on the design.

At least she hadn't been lying when she said she was going to work on the design, he thought. Right away, he wrote her a reply telling her she didn't need to work on the design anymore.