A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love
Chapter 1580

Although Cecilia had been intimate with him many times before, she had never seen him so eager.

Mark, consumed by desire, resembled an ordinary man, making her feel even closer to him.

She loved him even more.

She trembled, and her hands gently traced his handsome face.

In a soft, seductive voice, she muttered, “Mark.

”

Mark’s heart skipped a beat.

He Lowered his head and passionately ki*sed her rosy lips.

He loved it when she called him by his first name in this tone.

“Call me like that one more time,” he urged.

Cecilia playfully bit his shoulder but refused to repeat his name.

He was quite the flirt.

Not wanting to push her further, he gazed at her with eyes full of desire, as if he wanted to etch her flushed skin and captivating expressions into his memory for eternity.

This night was one they would never forget, and Mark didn’t want to end their passionate lovemaking.

Overwhelmed by pleasure, Cecilia whispered with a trembling voice,

“Peter said… There’s a meeting tomorrow morning.

”

Cupping her chin with one hand, he ki*sed her lips again, causing her to whimper.

He whispered seductively, “You can still think about that right now?”

Cecilia slowly opened her eyes, glistening with lingering pleasure.

Mark had indulged himself in this night.

The following morning, Cecilia awoke to find it was just seven o’clock.

She was alone in bed.

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She turned to gaze at the sky outside her window, touching her forehead and contemplating whether she needed to get up.

Just then, the door creaked open.

A slender figure entered and closed the door quietly.

Mark, who had led them into a night of passionate intimacy, Looked dashing in his sportswear.

He sat down beside her and grabbed the quilt.

“I usually run five kilometers, but because I spent my energy on you last night, I only managed three kilometers this morning.

”

Overwhelmed by shyness, Cecilia covered her face with quilt.

She had no intention of moving.

How could he even think about running this morning?

She lowered the quilt slightly and glanced at him, her voice as soft as a kitten.

“Can’t I just sleep a little longer?”

Mark smiled and produced a bag of breakfast from behind him, containing milk and an omelet.