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    Elena stared at him, speechless. It had just been a handshake—for an agreement. Was he seriously this jealous over that? She really didn’t feel like exining, but the look in his eyes made her sigh. She clicked her tongue and gave in. “You run the whole Spencer Group,” she said dryly. “You of all people should know a handshake’s just standard when sealing a deal.”


    Wesley’s cold expression finally started to crack, just a little.


    Elena hadn’t expected something this small to hit him so hard. She lowered her gaze, wondering when Wesley had be like this. He was jealous over everything. It was almost ridiculous. He’d never been like this before.


    As she fell silent, lost in thought, Wesley swallowed hard, his hand on her lower back pulling her in a little closer. Elena lifted her gaze, and as Wesley leaned in, a shadow settled over her, clouding her view. He kissed her.


    Each kiss from Wesley felt powerful, like he wanted to take her inpletely, but this time, he was tender.


    He kissed her lips softly, brushing them with his tongue, his hand gently holding her face, his thumb caressing her cheek.


    The rich, earthy scent of cedar wood surrounded Elena, and she was briefly taken by surprise. Her lips parted just enough for him to deepen the kiss.


    He kissed her more deeply, his tongue yfully meeting hers, brushing against the roof of her mouth. The kiss was soft, slow, andsting. Elena kept her eyes open, watching Wesley as he kissed her,pletely lost in the moment.


    He usually kissed her with his eyes shut, his longshes fluttering slightly, the edges of his eyes reddened, and his face filled with focus.


    His tongue tangled with hers, his longing clear.


    Elena wondered—was it truly that good?


    Seeing her distracted, Wesley bit her lip, frustrated. Since she could still lose focus now, it meant he hadn’t done enough.


    Wesley opened his eyes, and his intense gaze locked with hers, pulling her deeper into the heat of the moment. He took her hand and gently ced it on the cor of his shirt, his voice deep and husky. “Can you help me take this off?”


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    He looked directly at Elena, his eyes clearly trying to draw her in. Wesley was already strikingly handsome, but now, with his flushed face and intense look, he radiated an almost irresistible charm. Elena waspletely captivated.


    Elena’s long, delicate eyshes barely fluttered as her slender fingers slowly undid the buttons of Wesley’s shirt, one after another.


    With each unfastened button, more of his strong, muscled chest was revealed, followed by the defined lines of his abdomen and the distinct ‘V’ that trailed downward.


    A blush crept up Elena’s face, staining her cheeks, yet she maintained aposed and unreadable expression.


    Wesley’s gaze remained fixed on hers, and he noticed the tips of her ears turning pink. A faint smirk tugged at his lips. Satisfied, he leaned down and brushed his mouth against hers.


    “You’re very quick with those buttons. Are you truly in such a hurry?”


    Elena nearly rolled her eyes.Hewas the one who had asked her to unbutton his shirt—why was he now teasing her as if she were eager? Her eyes flickered downward to the obvious evidence of his arousal.


    “Well, who’s the one who seems eager right now?”she countered.


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