I never thought that I would ask for a hook up one day. After all, I used to be very conservative. I dated my husband for two years and didn't have any intercourse until our wedding night.
Was I really going to hook up with this guy? In particular, this drunk yet handsome man in front of me is a childhood friend of my husband's.
I have devoted myself unreservedly to my husband but what did he do in return?
He cheated behind my back, and the target was our junior. There's a saying, "Rabbits don’t eat the grass by their burrows." If I don’t cheat behind his back this time, I would feel sorry for myself for being so conservative for many years.
So while he hooked up with other women, I seduce his brother, and this would count as my revenge towards him.
Sam Walsh was obviously drunk and didn't recognize me at all. He still regarded me as a little girl who surrendered to his charming appearance. There was no reason for him to let the chance go to waste for nothing, so I was brought into the hotel room with just a little tug.
I was pressed by him behind the door, against his slightly warm body. His hot and humid breath was sprinkling on my nose, and his fragrance lingered.
Sam looked like the son of the rich on the outside, but inside him was a heart of a domineering president.
"Are you alone?" His voice was low and deep, hoarse and blurred.
"Aren't there two people now?" I raised my head, just to meet his drooping eyes and a pair of smiling eyes. His lashes were long and thick.
Suddenly, I felt that this hook up was not bad.
He laughed in a low voice, then he stroked my face with his slender fingers, later my nose, lips, and finally moved to the collarbone. It was tingling and not itchy, but very comfortable. He deserved the title of a romantic man.
"That was incorrect, there are one and a half person here."
"What about the remaining half?" Although I know that was not the point, but... I'm more clumsy. I hope it didn't spoil his interest.
However, he didn't quite mind it. He leaned down, put his palms on my legs, and instantly carried me in his arms. Then he smiled, "The remaining half? It will be on you soon."
"What?" I didn't quite understand it at first, but when I realize what it meant, all I heard was his hearty laughter, and I was already on the bed. To be honest, my face was very red and my heart was beating fast but, having said that, I was not sure whether it was caused by the shame of being played, or the shame of being teased.
He didn't rush to gnaw on my body, and instead he leaned down and rubbed me with his face. His thin lips faintly touched my earlobes. I was a little sensitive and shrunk my neck.
I clearly heard his muffled laugh, "Uncomfortable?"
"If I say it's uncomfortable, would you let it go?" I asked him.
"No." The answer was decisive.
Suddenly I felt so bored: "Then why do you still ask?"
He lifted his face, lightly tapped his finger on my lips, then went down my neck, and gently hooked his finger on the button of my shirt. Suddenly, everything had been seen by him.
His movements were obviously delayed, his breath seemed to be a lot heavier, and the movements of his firm chest were obvious. I was a little afraid that he would tear his shirt apart.
"Because I respect your feelings." He said casually.
I'm a bit speechless, respect my feelings? Then shouldn't you let me go? He didn't seem to care about my contempt, "Being uncomfortable is a feeling, but to let go or not is a decision."
"So?" I couldn't understand his logic. If I hadn't known him earlier, I would treat him as a psychopath.
At this time, he had already unbuttoned all the buttons on his shirt, and his firm chest was bare. Surprisingly, he had an eight pack abs.
Although his skin was very fair, but he gave out the vibes of a Bollywood actor. My breathing pace suddenly began to rise.
"So I will listen if you are feeling comfortable or not, and then continue my siege."
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