The man casually tossed the towel aside, his eyes darkened, and just as he was about to turn, he was directly pounced onto the bed.
The petite woman flipped over, towering above him, her cleavage teasingly visible.
"James Grant, why are you so slow?"
The man reached out to lift her chin, the desire in his eyes unmasked.
His voice was hoarse and deep: "Why are you so restless with longing?"
Tonight, Evelyn Clayton was particularly proactive.
She pressed her red lips directly onto his, entangling and lingering between his lips and teeth.
It’s not just possessiveness; she felt a hidden pride, teasing him to the extreme, with every provocation acting as a spark.
James Grant’s breathing gradually became thicker and heavier, then, with one swift move, he regained the upper hand.
His scorching hand wandered over her delicate form, turning everywhere it touched into a blazing flame.
A moan slipped uncontrollably from her lips.
At this moment, Evelyn Clayton was completely driven by instincts, floating and sinking in the sea of desire.
The places where the man’s lips passed caused shivers, tinting her fair skin with a faint pink hue.
After an indeterminate amount of time, James Grant looked at the fainted beauty in his arms and couldn’t help but smile.
He gently pulled her into his embrace as they fell asleep together.
Evelyn Clayton felt as if she had been through torture yesterday, her whole body felt as though it had been run over by a truck.
She lay sprawled on the bed, devoid of any grace, her gaze vacant, staring up at the ceiling.
Memories from the night before floated in her mind, replaying fragments repeatedly.
The extreme joy they experienced last night came to mind, making her cheeks flush once again.
James Grant entered with breakfast, playfully pinching Evelyn Clayton’s cheek. This update is available on novel★fire.net
"Looks like you really lack stamina, you need to train more."
Evelyn Clayton pushed him, looking up to see James Grant with a teasing smile.
"You’re in a good mood today?"
"Average, it depends on your performance afterward."
Evelyn Clayton guessed right.
Today, James Grant was in an unusually good mood; he had seen the morning’s headline news showing photos of them passionately kissing while embracing.
The lighting was beautiful, and the people were too.
He nodded with satisfaction and even contentedly made breakfast.
"In rare leisure, with no work coming up, do you want to go out to sea?"
Evelyn Clayton had three dark lines on her forehead, wondering when this workaholic started to desire enjoying life.
There’s always a reason behind odd behavior; she felt a bit wary.
"What are you afraid of?" James Grant chuckled, "I’ve already gotten every bit of you, I just want to take you out to unwind."
After contemplating for a moment, Evelyn Clayton raised an eyebrow and nodded.
This indulgence would need to end.
On the luxurious yacht, Evelyn Clayton donned a bikini and approached James Grant.
She extended a slender finger, drawing circles on his chest.
"You left such a mess behind, came out to play with me. Tell me, am I the femme fatale often talked about in books?"
With a strong wrist, he pulled Evelyn Clayton into his embrace.
The two snuggled together, gazing at the calm sea, until Evelyn Clayton finally broke the silence.
"We were outmaneuvered this time, have you ever considered cultivating your own influence? Otherwise, we are forever being led by the nose, no matter what we do, constrained?"
James Grant grasped her mischievous hand, his expression slightly darkened: "Why? Afraid I can’t protect you?"