""Oh... A secret room..."
Charlotte Thompson’s voice was much softer than before, and a little guilt could be traced in its echo.
On the day in the secret room, Justin Battleson left a mark on her lips in front of the "zombie".
Their intimacy, although not only once, was the most striking and extraordinary in her memory.
While recalling the images in the secret room, Charlotte’s cheeks slowly reddened with a hint of shyness.
"Charlotte, what are you thinking about?"
Justin caught even this slight change in her.
"Thinking about that time in the secret room... No, nothing, I wasn’t thinking of anything, nothing at all..." Tʜe sourcᴇ of thɪs content ɪs NoveI★Fire.net
An accidental slip of her true thoughts made her already flushed cheeks even more rosy, even her forehead was slightly pink.
She continued to deny it, but it seemed somewhat futile.
"No need to think, the real deal is right before your eyes, we can recreate that scene again."
Justin came a little closer to her. With no way out, she was pinned against the wall of the office.
She could feel his warm breath, teasing around her ear.
Charlotte placed her hands on Justin’s chest, lightly pushing him away.
His smile widened at her half-hearted resistance. "Charlotte, the blush on your face is so lovely."
Justin whispered in her ear, sending a wave of ticklish sensations.
"Justin, can’t you be more serious?"
A rosy blush descended upon her ears as she complained in a soft voice, causing Justin’s heart to flutter. "So serious? Charlotte, we are in a very serious relationship." He whispered solemnly, his teeth grazing her earlobe.
"I know, I’m not talking about this..." Charlotte’s face blushed even more. How can this man always play dumb?
But before she could react, Justin secured her in his arms in an instant.
Charlotte’s face turned beet red, her vision clouded with a layer of haze. "Charlotte, I’ll always be good to you from now on, loving only you." He declared fervently.
Charlotte could not retort, as he bent down, lifted her up like a kitten into his arms. His movements were smooth and practiced.
She knew where they were going, the resting room in his office.
To Charlotte, his deeply resonant voice at this moment sounded like the whisper of a devil.
The closed curtains added a distinctive charm to their small world.
The resting room echoed with sweet sounds of seduction, the air was filled with the scent of their intimacy.
After an indeterminable period, weary-eyed Charlotte finally got her moment of respite with the man by her side.
The sweet and intoxicating scent lingered in the air.
A moment of passion finally ended, and Charlotte felt so sore as if her entire body was about to crumble.
Charlotte shot Justin a glare, her piercing eyes sparkling with moisture, startlingly bright.
She reached for a blanket, intending to wrap herself fully in it.
But would Justin let her have her way...