The Billionaire’s Maid Bride (Flanagan and Allison)

Chapter 580

Allison opened her eyes. There was a faint blur before her eyes, which only became clear a few

seconds later.

She attempted to sit up, only to find that an arm was wrapped around her waist, and one of her hands

was held firmly in a man’s grasp.

Turning her head, she realized she was snuggled into Lucian’s embrace. She had just dreamt of being

trapped in a swamp, but someone took her hand and pulled her to safety. After that rescue, she had

fallen into a deep, nightmare-free sleep.

She glanced at the hand clasping hers and tried to gently withdraw it. Lucian’s eyes fluttered open.

“Awake?” he murmured.

“Mhm,” she replied.

He tightened his grip.

Allison’s voice was raspy with sleep. “When did you get here?”

“About an hour ago.”

As Allison sat up, so did Lucian. His arm was stiff from her using it as a pillow. He rolled his shoulder. Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

Allison, with a light laugh, helped to knead the stiffness away. “That’s what you get for putting your arm

under my head.”

“I didn’t have the nerve to wake you,” he said with a soft chuckle.

Allison checked the time; it was already 9 a.m. She hardly ever slept in this late, typically waking up like

clockwork at 7:30. She looked at Lucian. “Could you... step out? I need to change.”

He raised an eyebrow. “You know, there isn’t an inch of you I haven’t seen.”

Allison was unyielding. “Please, just go out.” How could she change with him there?

Lucian’s voice dropped, husky with a teasing edge. “There’s a mole behind your left ear, a birthmark on

your right collarbone, and if we’re talking about the third rib down on your back...”

Her cheeks flamed, and his voice, low and seductive, only intensified the heat. Allison ducked her

head. “Oh, Lucian, stop it!”

He wrapped his arms around her, silencing her protests with a kiss. They tumbled back onto the bed.

His lips were finding her jawline. “Every part of you, I’ve seen, and touched... Allison, do you realize

how hard it is to resist you when you play shy?”

His gaze burned into her, and though the words were unspoken, the intent was clear. With reddened

cheeks, she playfully hit his chest. Lucian laughed and captured her lips once more.

“Lucian... I haven’t showered yet...”

“No need.”

“I want a shower,” Allison murmured, resisting lightly. Her eyes were still rimmed with sleep.

Little did she know how irresistible she looked to him at that moment. Her hair was tousled, and her

pajama neckline was askew and revealing smooth skin flushed with a peachy pink. Her breathy,

kittenish voice of protest was so sexy.

Two hours later...

Lucian, fully dressed and composed, glanced at the woman on the bed. She was covered only by a

blanket, out of breath and energy. Her eyes were still slightly red. He smiled gently. “Still mad? Come

on, let’s get some food. I’m all yours today. We can do whatever you want. Is that okay?”

He stroked her chin with his long fingers, bending down to place a tender kiss on her forehead. His

voice was as soft as the gesture. “All right, no more being upset. I’m sorry if I hurt you. Let’s go out to

eat. It’s my treat, and the day is yours to plan.”

Allison pushed his hand away, not quite ready to believe his sweet nothings. He had promised it would

be quick, but it turned into a whirlwind of passion. Her pajamas was torn, and their sex moved from the

bed to the sofa. They even did it against the wall. It was in a dance of intensity. She shot him a glare.

“Fine, then step out. I need to change.”