My Two Billionaire Husbands: A Plan for Revenge-Chapter 189: Cross Estate (2)

Greg’s hands moved instinctively, tracing the curves of Cammy’s body with willful, lingering strokes. His touch was both possessive and reverent, as if he was memorizing every inch of her.

When his palms finally settled over the soft swell of her chest, kneading gently, Cammy let out a breathy sigh against his lips.

The heat between them was undeniable, crackling like a live wire, but she forced herself to break the kiss, resting her forehead against his.

"Greg... You’re getting hard," she murmured, her voice uneven, her chest rising and falling against his own. "They might call us for dinner any minute now. We shouldn’t..."

Greg let out a frustrated groan, his lips ghosting over her cheek before he exhaled sharply and pulled back. His darkened gaze locked onto hers, filled with a raw, unfiltered hunger.

"You’re right," he admitted, though his voice was heavy with restraint. "But we need to get out of here—now. Because if we stay any longer, I swear, I’ll have you pinned against that bed, and I won’t stop this time."

A knowing thrill ran through Cammy at his words, but she quickly smothered it, biting her lip to suppress the smile threatening to break free. Instead, she giggled softly, her fingers intertwining through his as she tugged him toward the door.

"Then let’s go," she whispered, leading him away from the danger of their growing temptation.

Greg led Cammy toward the grand dining room, expecting to see the long table adorned with fine china and a feast waiting for them.

Instead, the space was still eerily quiet, the table untouched. His brows furrowed as he stopped one of the passing maids.

"What’s going on? I thought dinner would be ready soon," he asked, his voice edged with impatience.

The maid offered a polite smile, hands folded in front of her apron. "It will be, sir. Your father specifically requested roasted duck, and it’s taking longer than expected. The chef mentioned it should be ready in about an hour—no more than two now that it’s in the oven."

Greg exhaled through his nose, glancing toward Cammy before giving the maid a curt nod. "I see. Thank you."

Turning back to Cammy, he ran a hand through his hair. "Looks like we have some time to kill. How about I show you the rest of the estate while we wait?"

Cammy nodded, curiosity sparking in her gaze. She followed him as he strode through the marble hallways, but she hadn’t expected him to lead her outside—to what appeared to be an outdoor garage, filled with luxury cars, motorcycles, and other expensive big boy toys.

Greg approached one of the workers, who handed him a key. With a mischievous smirk, he dangled it in front of her, letting it glint under the soft glow of the garage lights. "Let’s go," he said, filled with excitement.

Cammy arched a brow, her lips twitching. "What’s that for?"

Greg’s grin widened. "We’re taking a golf cart to tour the estate. Walking would take forever."

Cammy’s eyes widened in amazement. "It’s that big?"

He chuckled, nodding as he gestured toward one of the sleek, high-end golf carts parked nearby. "Yup. Come on, hop in."

Cammy hesitated for only a second before shaking her head with a smile and climbing in beside him. As Greg started the engine, a soft hum vibrated beneath them, and with a press of his foot, they rolled forward into the sprawling estate.

The night air was cool, the scent of freshly cut grass mingling with the distant aroma of the roasting duck.

"This better be one hell of a dinner," Cammy teased as they sped off.

Greg laughed, his free hand reaching for hers. "Trust me, the food will be great—but the company... hmm, you’ll see later." ƒreewebɳovel.com

He showed her the swimming pool, still shimmering under the evening sky, then the multi-purpose court where he used to play basketball and badminton. Cammy could practically see a younger Greg running around, filled with restless energy.

Then came the nursery garden, where Aarya’s touch was evident. Rows of vibrant flowers, delicate roses, and climbing vines made the air fragrant with the scent of flowers.

Cammy watched as Greg traced a fingertip over a petal, something softening in his expression.

"Aarya stays at home if not socializing with her socialite friend, and she’s always here," he murmured. "I never understood it before."

Cammy tilted her head. "And now?"

Greg met her gaze. "Now, I think I do. Because it’s so peaceful here. Away from the world of adults."

Cammy smiled, understanding what Greg meant. ’I miss my garden, hopefully someday, I could create something like this as well,’ she mentally noted.

The last stop was a secluded cabin at the far end of the estate. The air grew cooler as they walked through the woods, the glow of the lights from the walkway disappearing behind them.

When they reached the cabin, Greg pushed the door open, revealing a small but cozy space—one bed, a simple dining table, a tiny kitchenette, and a desk covered in old sketches and notebooks.

"I built this when I was a teenager," Greg said, his voice low. "Harry and a couple of the staff helped. I needed somewhere to disappear, and so was Harry."

Cammy stepped inside, taking it all in. "When was the last time you were here?"

Greg hesitated before nodding. "It’s been years. But one of the old gardeners cleaned this for me, I pay him to maintain this, for it holds a lot of memories for me and Harry."

"I like this place. Cozy and homey," Cammy remarked as she hopped up onto the wooden dining table, crossing her legs. She patted the polished surface, her fingertips grazing the grain. "Is this handmade?"

Greg, who had been scanning the room, turned toward her. His eyes landed on where she sat, and something deep inside him stirred—something he had forced to sleep earlier. He swallowed hard, his breath slowing.

"Yes," he said, his voice lower than before. "I made it."

He strode toward her, his movements controlled, deliberate. He placed his hands on her waist, intending to guide her off the table, but she didn’t move.

"Get off the table, Cammy."

She tilted her head, mischief dancing in her eyes. "Why? Is it not strong enough to hold me? It looks pretty sturdy and hard to me."

His jaw tightened. "It’s strong. It’s solid wood, cut from one of the trees on the property."

She leaned in slightly, her voice turning silkier. "Then what are you afraid of?"

Greg’s fingers flexed against her waist as he exhaled sharply. Cammy reached up, looping her arms around his neck, her nails grazing the nape of his skin. His entire body tensed.

"Myself," he admitted darkly, his voice thick with restraint. "I’m afraid of me... devouring you on this very table." His eyes burned into hers. "You’ll be like Little Red Riding Hood, and I’ll be the wolf in the woods."

A shiver ran down Cammy’s spine, anticipation thrumming between them.

Before she could respond, Greg grabbed her by the hips, his strength undeniable, and pulled her toward him. The edge of the table pressed into her thighs as he wedged himself between them, his hands settling on either side of her.

The space between them disappeared. Heat. Tension. A slow-burning fire neither of them wanted to put out.

She smirked as she felt him grow harder. She could already know what’s coming next, making her excited, and she would welcome it with open legs... arms.