Joanna Lawrence shyly said, "Didn’t I just call you that?"
"Too quiet." Ashton Heath lied, "I didn’t hear clearly, doesn’t count. Call me again, okay?"
Actually, he had heard very clearly earlier.
The girl’s voice was delicate, soft and slender, like that of a kitten’s meow.
That "husband" she had called him had made his bones soften.
At that moment, he had only one thought in his mind.
That is, while teasing her, let her keep calling him "husband" in that little kitten-like voice again and again.
Until her voice becomes hoarse.
Joanna thought he really hadn’t heard and pursed her lips, calling out again while suppressing her shyness.
This time, the volume was a bit louder.
But it was still soft and delicate, like a kitten’s meow.
After she called out, she felt the breath on her head become warmer and more hurried.
But the man didn’t make a sound.
She blinked and looked up with wonder, just as her face was held by the man’s big hand and his handsome face that made it difficult for her to breathe suddenly came closer. Before she could react, her lips were sealed.
His hot, moist lips pressed down hard...
In no time, Joanna was kissed to the point of oxygen deprivation, finding it difficult to breathe.
Her body became more and more limp.
She didn’t know when she was again pressed under him.
The man hovering above her was like a demon that could suck away someone’s energy. Joanna had no strength left in her body under his manipulation, and her hand, which she had extended to stop him, was forcefully and domineeringly held down by him.
Ashton Heath looked down at the flushed girl beneath him, her eyes hazy, her body emanating a faint pink, and his eyes were so dark and terrifying, filled with aggression: "Baby, I want you."
Joanna had just opened her mouth to speak when her lips were sealed again.
She was once again kissed until her body was soft, her mind went blank, unable to think.
Just when she was completely overwhelmed and had no power to resist him, the burning hot body of the man suddenly withdrew.
He pulled away from her, along with his strong aggression.
Joanna opened her eyes in confusion, the water-like haze in her eyes fixed on the man beside her.
Ashton Heath, his clothes disheveled, rolled over and got out of bed. His breathing was still a bit rapid, and in the quiet room, she could hear his equally rapid panting.
He got out of bed barefoot and turned around to walk toward the bathroom.
After two steps, he stopped, turned back and looked at Joanna. As those questioning black eyes met his, his sexy, thin lips were slightly raised, and his voice was hoarse: "Baby, wait for me. I’m going to get something."
Joanna blinked her eyes.
At such a critical moment, what was he going to get?
At first, she had rejected him.
But later, her emotions were stirred by the man.
When he suddenly pulled away, she felt a little uncomfortable...
As if sensing what she was thinking, Ashton Heath gently hooked the corner of his lips again, whispering in an even sexier, hoarser voice: "I’m getting a condom. Don’t worry, your husband will be right back."
Having said that, he turned and walked into the bathroom.
Joanna Lawrence: "!!!"
For a moment, her face turned beet red.
What does he mean by "don’t worry"?
She wasn’t worried at all!
Having not eaten dinner and being forced to do more than an hour of "aerobic exercise" on an empty stomach, Joanna Lawrence lay limp and drained on the bed.