Chapter 295
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Chapter 295:
“That sly, manipulative politician!” Jocelyn hissed. She reached for her purse to find her phone. “I have to text Carmen right now. She is walking into a trap p>
Before her fingers reached the zipper, Gaston’s hand shot out. He took the purse from her, dropped it to the floorboard, and shifted his weight across the seat, crowding her gently into the corner against the door. He placed one hand on the leather headrest beside her face.
The scent of cedar and expensive cologne settled around her.
“Mrs. Collins,” Gaston murmured, his voice low and deliberate. “In our private time, you are paying entirely too much attention to other men. It makes me very unhappy p>
Jocelyn looked up into his eyes. They were dark and intent. Her heart hammered against her ribs.
“He is your brother,” she managed, her voice unsteady.
Gaston raised his free hand and traced the line of her jaw with his knuckles, the touch sending a jolt straight down her spine. His thumb came to rest against her lower lip.
“Justin is an amateur,” he murmured, his gaze dropping to her mouth. “I am much more calculating than he is. Because I managed to trick the most precious treasure in New York into marrying me p>
𝗦𝗮v𝘦 уо𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝗮vо𝗿it𝗲 n𝘰vе𝘭𝗌 𝘰𝗻
The word trick echoed in Jocelyn’s mind.
She thought of his eyes outside the restaurant. She remembered what he had whispered to Kieran. Your biggest mistake was believing the tabloids.
She gathered every ounce of courage she had and looked directly into his dark, unwavering eyes.
“What did you mean outside the restaurant?” she asked, her voice barely steady. “Are you really p>
The restraint he had maintained for months gave way entirely.
He slid his hand to the back of her neck, fingers threading through her hair, and tilted her face up to his.
He did not answer with words.
The temperature inside the Maybach skyrocketed.
Gaston’s kiss was a hurricane. He gave Jocelyn no room to breathe, no room to think — his mouth demanding and urgent, his hands pulling her flush against his chest.
Jocelyn’s thoughts dissolved entirely. She was drowning in the heat, the taste of him, the sheer overwhelming force of his presence. A soft, helpless sound escaped her throat, her hands coming up to grip the lapels of his jacket.
The sound seemed to strike something in him. Gaston tore his mouth away.
He buried his face in the crook of her neck, his chest heaving against hers as he drew in ragged, unsteady breaths. His heart was pounding so hard Jocelyn could feel it against her own ribs.
The Maybach descended smoothly into the underground garage and rolled to a silent stop.
Gaston lifted his head. His eyes were dark with raw, unguarded desire. He looked at her and said nothing for a long moment.
“Now,” Gaston said, his voice a harsh, gravelly rasp. “Do you still think I am a closeted man using a contract marriage to hide my lifestyle p>
Jocelyn stared at him, completely speechless, her chest rising and falling rapidly.