Married to a powerful businessman feared all-over Portland, Mia Kingston has a reputation to uphold. As the CEO of MK, her own lingerie brand, everyone believes she has everything, including the perfect marriage most women envy.
She's beautiful, s...
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I'm catching a heavy breath after collapsing in Red's arms. He chuckles mildly at the way I'm hugging him as though I've run a marathon and in need of balance to not fall. He kisses my lips harder to seal this awesome moment we've just shared.
"I can't get enough of you," I breathe shamelessly, feeling his erection buried deep inside me as I'm seated on his lap, my skin moist from sweat.
I fucked him on the chair. Good Lord! What have I become?
"Me neither," Red replies and trails his kisses down my neck up to my shoulder. Gently he is caressing my back underneath his T-shirt that I'm still wearing. "But I still have to finish what I was doing before you seduced me into this."
"What? I didn't seduce you!" I deny stoutly, my voice hilarious as I definitely seduce him every chance I get.
"Pretty. Little. Liar." Red flexes up his hips at every word so I feel him deeper.
"Argh!" I giggle at his playfulness. Jeez, am I starting to see the naughty shade of Red? I blush, pulling back so I see his face properly. "Yes I did seduce you. And I love your eyes," I whisper, staring deeply into them.
Cool and gleaming, the wild fire in them is less scorching at the moment. But he's still hot.
"And I love all of you. Even when you seduce me," he returns, cupping my face with his big palms, and gently our lips mingle into a delicious kiss.
I could do this all day long. Just today—I'll forget everything and everyone and embrace this day before I go back to my harsh reality. I make a mental declaration as Red's mouth takes mine into sweet bliss.
We kiss each other as though tomorrow will never come.
"Red," I murmur
"Hmm," he hums while grazing his lips with mine the same way his stubbles tickle my skin, teasing me.
I giggle once again. What a kid!
"I'm hungry," I say, and his eyebrows knit together in a small, disappointed frown. "What were you expecting?" I bite my bottom lip, grinning at him.
"I'm gonna spank you, Mia." He laughs lightly; we both do, before he sighs softly. Staring at me taciturn for a short while, he finally adds, "I can only make you breakfast if you get up from my lap."
Woah. I flush deeply. Feeling suddenly coy, I pull out of him briskly with a sharp moan. Red bursts into a carefree laughter, making me scowl at him.
"Not cool, Red," I mutter. He laughs more. "I'm going to shower!" I run my just-fucked body upstairs, laughing along.
Oh my God! Why do I enjoy this moment so much? I feel like a teenager in love. Did I even feel this way when I started dating Patrick back in Paris? I can't help but revisit my past.
No, I think it was different. With Patrick I instantly shifted from a clueless teen into a sexually gratified woman without any moment of cheesiness and playfulness. He wanted a real lady and trained me to become one.
