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Chapter 969: Chapter 969 Evolution
Alexa’s lips parted slightly, a soft gasp escaping as her body reacted in ways she had never allowed it to before.
Her heart raced, her breathing uneven.
And Ross, standing there like the apex of human perfection, watched her with a calm, quiet intensity that made her ache even more.
The night stretched on, every second heavier than the last, and Alexa understood with a sinking thrill that she was already on the edge of a line she might never step back from.
"This is wrong!" Alexa’s mind screamed, the words pounding against her skull like a war drum.
Her body tensed, every instinct telling her to turn, to walk out, to slam the door behind her before it was too late.
And yet... her feet refused to move.
Her eyes, traitorous and hungry, kept drifting back to Ross’s bare torso.
His muscles flexed with each movement, smooth skin glistening faintly with sweat.
He wasn’t the most handsome man she had ever seen—she could admit that.
But what he lacked in perfect features, he made up for with something far more dangerous.
Charisma.
The kind that could bend a room to his will without a single word.
It was suffocating, intoxicating, and utterly irresistible.
She half-expected him to snap at any moment, to grab her, press her down, and take her right there on the floor.
And the worst part—the part that made her chest ache with guilt—was that she knew she wouldn’t resist for long.
Perhaps she would push his chest once, twice, and tell him "No" with a weak voice... but when he kissed her, when his strength overpowered her feeble resistance, she would melt.
She would yield. She would spread her legs for him like a woman starved.
Her breath quickened just imagining it.
And yet Ross never moved toward her.
Instead, he continued working, calm and unhurried, as if her presence meant nothing to him.
His shirt was discarded, his broad back and sculpted chest laid bare as though on display, but he didn’t so much as glance at her.
He acted as though she were invisible.
That... that infuriated her.
Alexa wasn’t foolish. She knew exactly what was happening here.
The way Ross had casually stripped, the way he deliberately worked bare-chested—it was seduction, plain and simple.
He was luring her in without ever reaching for her.
Each second he ignored her was another second her thoughts spiraled deeper into temptation.
Her lips pressed into a thin line, her hands trembling at her sides.
Why? Why isn’t he touching me?
The more he refrained, the more she burned.
The restraint was worse than any direct advance—it made her imagine it instead, vividly, shamelessly.
And with every second her imagination grew bolder, her guilt heavier.
Shame bloomed in her chest. She was a married woman.
She had a husband who loved her, who trusted her.
And yet here she was, heart pounding, body aching, furious that another man wouldn’t press her down.
Do I really want this? Do I really want to be fucked by him? Am I willing to betray my husband?
The thought hit her like a brutal punch to the gut.
She staggered, her legs nearly buckling as though the weight of her own sin was too much to bear.
And before she could catch herself, Ross was there.
His hand shot out, firm and unyielding, wrapping around her arm.
His grip was steady, not forceful, yet the sheer strength behind it was undeniable.
His body loomed closer, the heat of his bare chest just a breath away.
His scent—earthy, masculine, tinged with sweat—filled her senses and made her knees weaker still.
"Are you okay, Alexa?" Ross asked, his tone even, almost casual.
But his voice vibrated with a quiet depth that sank into her bones.
Her lips parted, but no words came out.
All she could hear was her racing heartbeat and the silent admission echoing in her mind.
Yes. She wanted him. More than she dared to admit.
Alexa leaned heavily against Ross’s steady frame, relying on the strength of his body to hold her up.
His scent surrounded her—manly, intoxicating, and uniquely his—and it only made her wetter than she already was.
She inhaled deeply, trying to calm the storm raging inside her, but in the end she couldn’t suppress it any longer.
Honesty clawed its way out of her, and a faint, daring smile curved her lips.
"You’re good, Ross. Is this how you seduced my daughter? How you seduced all your wives?" she asked, her voice low, laced with a dangerous glint in her eyes.
She already knew she had passed the point of no return; her body melted like water in the prison of his strong arms.
"Seduce? I don’t know what you’re talking about, Alexa. If you want, I’ll put my shirt back on right now so th—" Ross frowned slightly, feigning innocence, but Alexa could no longer tolerate the charade.
"Mmm..." she purred, her breath hot against his lips as her fingers curled around his neck.
She yanked him down and kissed him, not shy or hesitant, but lewdly, hungrily, as though she had been starving for years.
Her lips parted against his, her tongue slipping boldly forward, tasting him, challenging him.
Ross didn’t move at first, letting her desperation paint the moment, but the sheer heat of her kiss soon coaxed him into answering.
His hand slid lower, pressing against the small of her back, pulling her tightly against his chest.
Alexa moaned into his mouth, the sound vibrating with her need, her body trembling as though she had surrendered every ounce of restraint.
When they broke apart for breath, their lips were slick, their eyes locked in a haze of lust.
Alexa’s chest rose and fell rapidly, her bosom pressed against him, her words barely more than a whisper.
"You make me feel like a foolish girl again," she confessed, almost bitterly, though her body clung to him with the helplessness of someone who didn’t want to let go.