"Nathan Moore, are you coming to Capital City?" Titus Zane’s European-like eyes could hardly conceal his excitement, "Are you coming to Capital City to be with me?"
"Yeah," Nathan Moore was wearing a coffee-colored V-neck shirt, revealing a small portion of his collarbone, perhaps having already taken a shower. His short hair naturally hung in front of his forehead, less sharp and untouchably noble, and more casual.
Titus Zane liked Nathan Moore’s casual appearance, not when he was always so aloof, "What about the company?"
"With Ewan Zimmerman and other sensible people," even if he stayed in Capital City, he could do video conferences.
"When are you coming?" Hearing that Nathan Moore was coming to be with her, Titus Zane’s troubles also seemed to dissipate.
"Very soon." Nathan Moore didn’t look as thrilled as Titus Zane; Old Master Zane was resolute, not something a few days would change. Coming to Capital City was just a temporary plan, wanting to take his woman home required a long-term strategy.
"Nathan Moore, how soon is very soon?" Titus Zane frowned unhappily, and her full lips pouted, causing the man on the other end of the phone to take a sharp breath, and his sexy Adam’s apple bobbed up and down.
"Don’t move." The two words were abrupt. Titus Zane, in a daze, saw the handsome face on the touch screen getting closer and closer until only a pair of thin lips remained, pressing against the screen – sucking, kissing, sipping, licking. Titus Zane’s face flushed, and when she realized his intention, she closed her eyes and pressed her own lips forward, her heart filled with indescribable emotions – excitement, being touched, but also a faint bitterness and sorrow...
They were husband and wife, yet they could only touch each other through video.
With her eyes closed, imagining the cold touch screen was his lips, Titus Zane kissed passionately, even unconsciously sucking on her own lips, "Nathan Moore..." a murmur involuntarily spilled out, "Hmm," a response, the lips of the man on the other end still moving slowly, "I want to kiss your collarbone..."
Titus Zane obediently moved the phone, showing off her delicate collarbone to Nathan Moore.
There was a heavy breathing sound coming through the receiver, and Titus Zane heard Nathan Moore say, "Darling, I’m so hard..."
If it were the past, Titus Zane would have shyly reproached Nathan Moore, but now, she felt very sad for him, moving the phone to see his flushed face on the screen, and the unsteady breathing, she murmured softly, "What should we do?"
She’s not by his side and couldn’t help him out.
Nathan Moore chuckled, and Titus Zane could see that he was restraining his desires, "Unbutton your clothes,"
"What?" Titus Zane asked, confused. Nathan Moore said, "Darling, unbutton your clothes, I like..."
Even through the touchscreen, this time, Titus Zane was truly embarrassed, her fair face instantly burning hot – he... always loved to linger on her chest, every time holding on as if he couldn’t let go.
Despite her embarrassment, she still obediently unbuttoned her pajama buttons, and also... moved the phone. She saw... his handsome face enlarging on the screen again, his thin lips... pressing against the touch screen...
After ending the video call, Titus Zane’s face was still scorching hot, Nathan Moore had just...
She saw him intoxicated, so sensual.
With a furrowed brow and half-closed eyes, he eventually threw back his head and let out a low roar... At that moment, she truly wanted to fly to his side immediately.
Clutching the phone in her palm, Titus Zane lay back on the bed, biting her lower lip as she savored the memory of Nathan Moore’s sensual appearance.
Her other hand touched her cheek, still so hot. No, she needed to cool herself down, otherwise, if her aunt came over to visit and asked, she really wouldn’t know how to explain.