NovelBookChapter 722 I couldn't help but chuckle and lightly slapped his arm, teasing, "So what if I say I'm into it..." "You better not finish that sentence," Gregory's lips pressed into a firm line, a clear sign he wasn't playing around. Laughing, I collapsed onto the bed.
But Gregory wasn't having any of it. Without givinga chance to react, he captured all my laughter into a kiss.
It was intense. I tried to pull away, but no matter how hard I pushed, he wouldn't budge.
The sound of our kiss filled my ears, and I was beyond embarrassed.
Our daughter was right there! "Greg... let... go..." My words cout fractured, lost between our lips, and far from stopping him, it only seemed to encourage him more.
"Mira's here!" I cried out in desperation. Just then, the doorbell rang.
"Mr. Ford, your delivery is here." Gregory glanced down, and following his gaze, I did the same.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtQuickly, I got up to fix my clothes and headed to the bathroom to sort out my hair.
"Mrs. Ford," greeted the delivery man with professional courtesy.
He set down our meal with a polite "Enjoy your meal" and left.
Sighing in relief, I went to call Gregory for dinner.
Gregory was nowhere in sight, having already put our child in her crib.
But I could hear the shower running in the bathroom.
I had a pretty good idea what he was up to.
Cradling our child, I headed to the dining room.
After feeding her and putting her to sleep, Gregory finally emerged from the bathroom.
Just a towel wrapped around his waist, his skin still glistening with water droplets that trailed down his defined abs and disappeared at the edge of his towel.
As he casually wiped his hair, walking over, the outline of his hips hinted at an unseen world.
His arms, visibly strong.
I couldn't help but suspect he was doing this on purpose.
I averted my gaze and focused on my meal.
Gregory tossed the towel over the chair the sofa and pulled up a to me, sitting I could feel the warmth and moisture radiating from him.
"Honey, I could really go for ssweet and sour pork ribs." His chest pressed against my arm.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmBreathing in, I could feel the warmth seeping through, nearly burning me.
Despite it all, I kept my cool and served him sof the ribs, "Here, eat." Gregory leaned in, teasing, "Are you tired of it? Thinking Merritt is something new and exciting?" So, we're still on this.
I turned to glare at him, "You sure you want to bring this up?" Gregory sighed heavily, and when he bit into the ribs, it felt as if he was biting into my neck.
I teased him, "Asking for things you fat don't want to hear, would you be mad ift misspoke?" Gregory shota cool glance, "What, planning to be a widow already? Fancy running off with someone young like This wasn't over.
I set down my chopsticks, crossing my arms as I faced him.
Gregory raised his hands in surrender.
Only then did I say, "It's nothing like that, Mr. Ford. Maybe cut back omthe vinegar before you worry about your teeth rotting. Then we'll see how you manage those sweet and sour ribs." Gregory wrapped his arms around me, rubbing his cheek against my neck, leaving it wet.
His voice was low and husky, "Honey, did you have enough to eat?" Before I could respond, he added, “I haven't had my fill yet...”
I immediately stuffed a piece of steak m into his mouth, pretending not to catch his insinuation. "How can you be full without eating properly?" Gregory: "..."
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