The Ruthless CEO's Revenge Wife-Chapter 216: Let Me Feel Your Skin

"You’re beautiful," Logan whispered against her collarbone, the words sending heat curling low in her stomach.

She opened her eyes, meeting his gaze... so open, so painfully tender. "I want to feel your skin Logan."

His eyes held patience, he knew he needed to control his carnal desires. "Do as you want... you can feel me however you want."

He then stood up on his knees and started to undress himself when Jean stopped him... "Let me."

Jean stood up on the bed and slowly slowly started to unbutton his shirt. While her eyes locked with his. Logan smiled at her, giving her the courage to explore her new found desire.

It was a foreign feeling... How she instantly put her lips on his bare chest. Then trailing down to his chiseled body. His fingers reached up her hair and gently tugs on it. "Jean..."

She heard it. Her name on his lips. In pleasure.

It makes her want to make him feel it more. Give him all she could.

Her fingers now traced towards his pants. As she started to unbuckle his belt, he spoke, almost out of breath... "Careful what you see down there, don’t want to scare you."

Jean nodded, "I’m not scared."

Her fingers grabbed the edge of his trousers and pulled them down. Her eyes widened at the sight of his hard member through his boxers. Before she could touch it... "That’s my limit Jean, if you go further I don’t think I can stop."

Jean chuckled and agreed. He leaned down, closing the distance between them and kissed her neck. Teasing and biting her soft spot.

And in that quiet room, lit only by the faint glow of the bedside lamp, Logan’s hands and mouth spoke the words neither of them had yet dared to say out loud.

They lay there afterward, tangled together... Logan’s thumb stroking slow circles on her arm, Jean’s head resting against his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart.

No words. Just breath, warmth, and the comforting weight of being wanted without being pushed.

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Tyler leaned back in his leather chair, the only light in his office coming from the cold, bluish glow of the monitor before him.

The footage was grainy but clear enough.

Jean... her hair loose around her shoulders, face softer than he remembered. And Logan standing beside her, shirt sleeves rolled up, smiling at her like she was the only person on earth.

They were washing dishes... dishes, of all things... laughing in a way Tyler had never heard from Jean’s lips. Then, a sudden kiss. It seemed unplanned, it looked raw. Jean clinging to Logan’s shirt, her guard completely gone. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

Tyler’s jaw tightened. His hand curled into a fist on the desk.

She’d never looked like that around him. Never let herself look so unprotected. Never smiled like that.

That should have been his to see.

The video played on, the kitchen now glowing with quiet intimacy. Logan’s hand skimmed her waist, Jean blushed, pushed at his chest gently, only to be drawn back in. A simple, mundane scene but Tyler could taste the heat in it.

A bitterness burned the back of his throat. How dare she?

Jean... his sweet, perfect Jean... letting Logan see her so bare, so soft, so real.

The teacup on his desk cracked under his tightening grip, spilling tea across a file. He barely noticed.

He rewound the footage. Watched again, eyes unblinking.

The way she looked at Logan. The way she let herself be held. The way she looked... happy.

Tyler’s lips twisted into a cold, humorless smile. No. He wouldn’t allow it.

Jean didn’t belong there. She didn’t belong with him.

He tapped his finger against the edge of the desk, the ticking rhythm matching the pulse pounding in his head.

Jean Adams was his obsession. His ruin to savor. Not Logan Kingsley’s comfort.

Slowly, Tyler stood, picking up the remote and snapping off the footage. The room plunged into silence.

"Enjoy it while you can, Jean," he murmured, voice low, almost gentle despite the venom underneath. "Because soon enough... you’ll remember who you truly belong to."

The quiet hum of the city outside felt suddenly sharper, like a warning.

And in the cold, polished reflection of the window, Tyler’s eyes burned with a promise.

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The first thing Jean noticed was the weight draped over her waist... warm, steady, protective.

Logan’s arm.

She blinked sleepily, adjusting to the soft, pearly morning light filtering through the curtains. The room smelled faintly of laundry and his cologne.

Jean turned slightly, careful not to wake him. Logan lay on his side, still fully clothed from the night before, his breathing slow and deep. A lock of his dark hair had fallen across his forehead, softer than she’d ever seen him look.

Last night’s kisses and touches flickered through her mind, heat blooming across her cheeks.

Not rushed. Not forced. Just... them.

Her gaze drifted lower, to his hand resting possessively on her hip... as if even in sleep, he couldn’t help but keep her close. The thought made her heart squeeze painfully, a warmth spreading through her chest.

Carefully, Jean raised a hand and brushed that stray lock of hair away from his forehead. Logan’s lashes flickered, but he didn’t wake.

She let her fingers hover, barely grazing the strong line of his jaw, then traced the faint shadow of stubble on his chin. A small, crooked smile tugged at her lips. He looked different like this... softer, younger, almost boyish.

It hit her, suddenly and sharply, how close they’d become. How once, she would have done anything to keep him at a distance... and now, the thought of stepping away hurt in a place she couldn’t name.

Her thumb paused at the curve of his mouth, remembering the way he’d kissed her last night... slow, patient, as though he had all the time in the world.

As though he wanted her, not just her body.

Jean exhaled, the breath trembling. What are you doing to me, Logan Kingsley?

She didn’t have an answer.