Love Thief: Your Wife Is Mine

Arthur Williams wrapped up a grueling four-hour international conference and retreated to the lounge.

He shrugged off his suit jacket with a casual flick, his chiseled physique outlined perfectly by the taut white shirt, the leather belt accentuating his long, powerful legs.

He'd just undone the first button of his collar when a faint rustle sounded from behind him.

His eyes flashed with instant wariness, cold as steel. "Who's there?"

Chloe Brown stepped out from her hiding spot with a playful smile, her body wrapped in a sheer black lace teddy that clung to her curves like a second skin, the delicate straps barely containing her full breasts.

She launched herself into his arms, nuzzling against his chest like a teasing kitten.

"Surprised?"

The ice in Arthur's gaze melted in a heartbeat. His eyes raked over the tempting curves hugged by that sheer lace, his Adam's apple bobbing as desire flickered to life, before he brushed a kiss across her forehead.

"What are you doing here?"

Chloe tilted her head up to meet his stare, her luminous eyes sparkling like a galaxy trapped in glass.

A shy flush crept over her as she murmured, "The doctor says my body's finally back in shape. These next few days are my fertile window—if we put in a little effort, we'll have good news soon."

A blush warmed her delicate earlobes to a soft rose as the words left her lips.

She'd always struggled with fertility, stepping away from showbiz years ago to focus on treatments.

Especially lately, choking down those bitter, puckering meds every single day.

She knew how badly Arthur wanted a kid.

But the subsidiary had hit a snag recently.

He'd had to fly in personally to handle it, so she'd snuck after him, betting on good news this time.

Chloe's fingers traced wicked circles over the ridges of Arthur's sculpted abs, sliding lower to hook into his belt, her breath hot and teasing against his ear.

"Meeting's over, right? No one's gonna burst in on us, is it?"

Arthur's throat worked visibly, his eyes darkening to smoldering pools of hunger, the fire she'd lit roaring to life.

"No interruptions. But someone's gonna beg for mercy later—you started this fire, you put it out."

With that, he scooped her up by her supple waist, striding toward the bed inside.

Chloe let out a startled gasp, her soft, creamy arms wrapping tightly around Arthur's neck, a sultry smile curving her lips.

Their tongues tangled in a heated dance, a glistening thread of silver trailing between them to land on the peak of her full breast, making Chloe's body shudder.

Arthur's gaze locked on that flushed, glistening nipple, his breaths coming in ragged bursts.

His kisses trailed lower with building heat, turning to teasing flicks of his tongue.

Fingers slipped under the lace panties, delving into her slick heat with slow thrusts, her hips bucking and falling in rhythm.

"Arthur..."

That breathy whisper unleashed the beast.

He growled low, thrusting his iron-hard length deep inside her, filling her completely, pounding until she shattered on the peak.

Outside, rain had begun to fall. The window was open, letting in a breeze that rustled the plants on the desk.

The man's suppressed gasps and the woman's soft, broken moans form the most wonderful notes.

When it was over, Arthur carried Chloe to the bathroom to clean up.

Under the light, Chloe's sun-kissed skin glowed with warmth, now marked with reddish imprints, beautiful enough to take one's breath away.

She was like a poppy in full bloom, exuding the most intense allure in the air.

Addictive to the bone.

Arthur cleaned her meticulously, wrapped her in a light blanket, and placed her on the sofa.

"Hungry? I can have my assistant bring some food up. We'll go out for dinner later."

"I'm not hungry."

Chloe shook her head, but her eyes suddenly caught a lipstick under the sofa.

Her expression shifted slightly.

However, considering the affection they had had as childhood sweethearts for so many years, coupled with Arthur's deep and doting love for her.

They had been together since childhood, both coming from marginalized positions, navigating their youth side by side through countless twists and turns.

Chloe didn't dwell on the lipstick—perhaps a female client had accidentally left it during a business meeting.

But she overlooked something important.

This was Arthur's private lounge. Without his permission, not even his assistant could enter, let alone female clients.

For a week, they lost themselves in each other, trying different locations and positions.

By the end, she barely had the strength to get out of bed.

She lay back on the silk sheets, her beautiful hair spread like seaweed around her.

Chloe looked at Arthur with misty, pleading eyes.

"Babe, let's take a break. I'm exhausted."

Arthur braced his hands on either side of her face, his eyes overflowing with tenderness.

"Chloe, I will love you forever."

"Me too."

This lovemaking, compared to their usual gentleness, carried a hint of possessiveness, as if he wanted to keep Chloe by his side forever.

Chloe was utterly spent, drifting off to sleep when she felt something cool against her ankle.

She instinctively opened her eyes and saw the Whale's Tear anklet now adorning her.

The blue sapphire, larger than a dove's egg, was set with diamonds in an intricate chain that wrapped around her ankle in delicate layers.

Under the light, the sapphire flashed with breathtaking brilliance.

This was the top-grade gem that frequently trended on the hot search some time ago. It was auctioned at a price of tens of millions and was the unique "Tear of the Whale".