"Do you like it?" The tone was very gentle, yet upon closer listening, it carried a hint of laughter. Mia Foster’s thoughts had long stopped being governed by her brain, not just because of the increasing pressure of the kneading in the palm of the hand, but also out of instinct, as a sound of agreement escaped from her breath.
"Heh," a soft chuckle, Felix Shaw found that teasing this woman had become addictive. His lips slowly moved, and Mia Foster unexpectedly turned her face towards him, tilting her head up, bringing her lips close to his.
Felix Shaw never considered himself a gentleman. There was no reason to push away a woman who flung herself into his arms. Seizing her delicate lips, he gently sucked, kissed, nibbled, and ground against them. Although inexperienced, Mia Foster actively responded. Her clumsy, unskilled kisses had no technique, but it was this clumsiness that drove men wild.
The large hand under her clothes gripped hard, eliciting a suppressed exclamation from Mia Foster as Felix Shaw fiercely sucked on her tongue, "Mmm... Felix..." her murmuring sounded like a kitten, softly scratching the heart’s peak with a ticklish sensation. Accustomed to thinking with his loins, the man’s thoughts were already running wild, feeling his blood surge throughout his body before pooling eagerly at one place. If it weren’t for the fact they were in a movie theater, he would have undoubtedly pressed her beneath him without a second thought and taken her fiercely!
His original intent was to tease her, but in the end, the one whose emotions were stirred wasn’t just the woman he teased, but also himself.
He grabbed one of Mia Foster’s hands, wanting her to feel his hardness. Just before he could place it, the lights in the screening room suddenly turned on.
A loud whistle sounded beside them, followed by muted laughter.
The movie was over, and the audience started to rise and leave.
Fortunately, Mia Foster was lying on top of Felix Shaw in a position with a long knit coat draped over her, effectively shielding the two of them from view. From the side, all that could be seen was the two sharing an intimate kiss.
In this open society, getting intimate in a movie theater was no longer a novelty. The whistling guy was simply stirring things up with a fleeting mischievous thought, not even stopping as he passed by them.
Only when everyone else had left did Felix Shaw let go of Mia Foster. The reason he didn’t let go before was to protect her.
With their lips pressed tightly together, he had covered her face completely with his head. If he had let go at that moment, he believed Mia Foster would have been so embarrassed she couldn’t face anyone.
"Is everyone gone?" Felix Shaw released her lips, but Mia Foster remained lying on top of him, looking around with sneaking glances, like a little thief, which amused Felix Shaw.
He patted her on the back, "Get up, no one’s around anymore."
"Oh," Mia Foster then got up, busying herself with tidying her slightly disheveled coat. In the bright light of the screening room, her face was as red as a boiled shrimp.
A warmth enveloped her waist; Felix’s hand had found her again, "What are you doing?" Mia Foster suddenly dodged with a face full of embarrassment and caution.
"Do you plan to leave it open to go back?"
Felix Shaw’s eyes held a teasing smile as he looked at her. Perhaps it was because of the lighting or something else, but inside the screening room, Felix Shaw’s face was also vividly red.
Lowering her eyes, Mia Foster experienced the most extreme embarrassment of her life, "I can do it myself."
"Are you sure you don’t need help?"
Felix Shaw asked once more with a teasing rise of his eyebrows.
"Mm," feeling Felix’s gaze on her, Mia Foster didn’t even dare to raise her head. Perhaps due to the nervousness, the hands reaching behind her tried several times but couldn’t fasten the hook.
"Silly woman!"