Never Mistake a Queen for a Lapdog novel Chapter 1226

Claire's back was pressed flush against the icy wall, but the hard chest pinning her in place was scorching hot. The contrast sent shivers down her spine.

Her knees buckled, barely able to support her weight.

The kiss went on and on, stealing every ounce of her oxygen until her lungs burned. Finally, he pulled back just an inch.

His nose brushed against hers, his ragged, fiery breath ghosting over her swollen lips.

"Why are you hiding from me?" he rasped, his voice dark and dripping with satisfaction.

Claire gasped for air, the corners of her eyes flushed a deep, sensual red.

Her fingers subconsciously twisted into the lapels of his suit jacket as she tried to defend herself.

But the image of Rowan laughing against his shoulder flashed in her mind, and her protest came out as a soft, defensive mumble. "...I'm not."

Wilbur chuckled, a low rumble in his chest. His thumb gently swiped across the wet corner of her mouth, his gaze heavy and incredibly focused.

As Claire looked up at him in a panic, he dipped his head again.

He wanted to kiss her.

Reading his mind, Claire desperately turned her face away.

Wilbur's lips brushed against her cheek, his hot breath landing directly on her ear.

Heavy and scorching.

He let out a soft laugh. "And you call this not hiding?"

Claire was speechless.

Dodging a kiss and dodging a person were two completely different things!

She raised her hands to shove him away.

Wilbur suddenly opened his mouth and nibbled on her earlobe.

His teeth grazed the sensitive skin, sending a blast of heat straight into her ear.

A violent jolt of electricity shot up Claire's spine, blowing through her entire body. Her limbs went instantly weak, a molten heat turning her bones to liquid. Even her toes curled in her heels.

She froze, completely paralyzed against him, unable to move a muscle.

Her mind short-circuited into pure white static.

It was chaos. Absolute, unadulterated chaos.

Right at that moment, a sickeningly sweet voice echoed from the hallway outside, growing louder as she approached.

"That's so weird. Where did Mr. Prescott go? The waiter said he walked this way. Where is he?"

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