The Officer's Runaway Wife and Secret Son novel Chapter 487

Rhys stood there and let out a long breath, deciding to drop the act.

He walked over to her in a few strides, his gaze fixed unabashedly on her face.

"Alright, you caught me."

Clara raised an eyebrow, about to tease him further, but he grabbed her by the wrist.

The next second, Rhys swept her up into his arms.

Lifting her was as easy as picking up a cat. Before Clara could even gasp, he had carried her into the master bedroom.

The door slammed shut behind them with a bang.

"Rhys..."

He pressed her against the door. Before she could finish her sentence, he lowered his head and sealed her lips with his.

His kiss was forceful and urgent. Clara tried to push him away, but he pinned both of her hands above her head against the door with just one of his.

"Dr. Black said some light exercise and breathing training is fine," he mumbled against her lips.

Clara couldn't help but chuckle.

He took advantage of her laughter to deepen the kiss.

Clara was no match for his direct physical dominance, and her breathing quickly became ragged. In the dim light, she could feel his calloused palm tracing the line of her waist, moving slowly upward. The absolute disparity in their strength gave her an unexpected sense of security.

"Clara..." he whispered against her earlobe, his voice husky. "If you don't want this, you can dock me a few more points."

He had her so flustered she couldn't form a complete sentence.

At some point, her hands had gone from pushing him away to clutching the collar of his shirt. As her fingers tightened, they brushed against the chain he wore around his neck.

He had never taken off the necklace that held his wedding ring.

Feeling her touch, Rhys glanced down, then took her hand, pressing it—and the ring beneath it—against his heart.

The bathroom door was ajar, and the sound of dripping water echoed faintly.

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