The Double Life of My Billionaire Husband

Chapter 707 Brandon p**ssed Natalie against the bed and caressed from her s*hins all the way up to her t*highs. Natalie's breathing quickened and hitched. Wait forto finish my work,” she murmured.

“Givetwo hours.” Brandon k**sed her neck and roughly pulled off her s*kirt and u*nderwear. The clothes fell on her feet.

Brandon lifted one of Natalie's legs and put it over his shoulder. She was already w*et. “How w*et you are!” He marveled in a playful voice. Biting her lower I*p, Natalie's eyes fell on the b*ulge bet**en Brandon's legs.

Brandon removed his clothes, exposing his long, thick p*enis. Holding it, he rbbed himself against Natalie s welcoming p*uss*y.

“Be gentle...” Natalie pushed against the tips of her toes and widened her legs. Each the entered her, she becw*tter.

Brandon slowly unb**toned Natalie's shirt, exposing her pure white, lace bra. Her pink n*ipples strained against the delicate material, begging him to touch them. Natalie s mouth opened unconsciously. Brandon r*bbed her b*rea*sts forcefully.

“Ah,” she m**ned. “Ah... Ah... Honey...” Brandon hooked Natalie's other leg over his shoulder and th**st deeper. She felt him against the deepest parts of her body and trembled involuntarily.

When Brandon th**st into her with all his strength, she was tight but yielding, embracing his p*enis, squeezing him. It felt comfortable, natural. He increased the speed of his t*hrusts. The bed sheet tangled beneath them Natalie's fi**gers clutched the pillow. She could not speak.

Brandon had found her most s*ensitive spot.

He p**ssed against it, and she trembled all over. Her m*oans were intermittent. She shed joyful tears.

The bodies of the two intertwined, their breathing rough and uneven. M*oans echoed bet**en them, like the honeyed words of lovers.

Finally, Brandon e*jacu*lated into her body. Natalie’s mouth was wide; her throat too dry to speak.

Liquid flowed bet**en her t*highs. Brandon's eyes were unfocused. He called her nin a low voice, and his thick, long, hard p*enis pushed d*eeper with each call until it filled her d*eepest part, and the liquid beca white fine foam, flowing from the meeting point of their bodies and bet**en their I*egs, sliding down.

Natalie's body was sl*ppery with sweat, and Brandon's d*esire had been completely satisfied.

Lying on the pillow, Natalie gasped for breath. Her hair was tangled. It clung to her neck and her flushed cheeks.

She gazed at Brandon's contented face.

“Shall | take you to the bathroom?” Brandon shrugged into a bathrobe. His body glowed, satiated.

Natalie shook her head. She couldn't even raise a fi**ger.

Brandon returned to the bed and held her in his arms. He combed the tangles out of her long hair with his slender fi**gers. “I think it’s a great idea for you to call your stuIris.” Leaning against his ch*st, Natalie felt sleepy. She yawned and asked, “Why didn’t you say anything about it before?” “I'm just worried we will have less ttogether after you open your own studio.” Brandon played with Natalie's hair. He inhaled the fragrance of her body and k**sed her. “Honey, let's do it again...” He caressed Natalie's b*rea*sts, then heard a gentle snore escape her nostrils... Natalie had fallen asleep.

As the first rays of sunlight crept through the window, Natalie stirred from her sleep. She struggled to sit up as her body felt sore all over after a night of action. She checked the ton her phone. Her eyes widened in shock when she saw it was already half past nine.

“Oh, s*hi*t! I'm late!” Natalie exclaimed. She sprang up from the bed and began to put on her clothes with haste.

In a fit of panic, she accidentally stepped on Brandon, who was still in a deep sleep.

Brandon jolted awake and cried out in pain. Upon seeing the flustered look on Natalie's face, he chuckled and asked, “Do you know what day it is today?” Natalie checked the date on her phone. The anxiety and panic that had crept into her vanished in an instant upon seeing it was “Saturday. Oh my, God. | was so scared. | thought it was Friday.” “Cback here then,” Brandon said while looking at Natalie with an affectionate gaze. “We don’t usually get to sleep in together.” However, Natalie turned down his suggestion without hesitation. When she started working, she had grown accustomed to early mornings and eschewed sleeping in. To her, it was a waste of her precious time.

Seeing that Natalie had no intention of going back to bed, Brandon decided to get up as well. With that, they went downstairs to prepare their breakfast.

In the kitchen, just as Natalie was about to make a sandwich, her phone rang.

It was a message from Laney.

Mr. and Mrs. Harding wanted Laney to go to another hospital as they were unhappy with the one Garrett had chosen. As Laney could not make her mind, she called Natalie and asked for her opinion.

Upon reviewing the hospital info Laney had sent, Natalie furrowed her brows and asked, “Where's Garrett? Why didn’t he say anything when you were being moved to another hospital?” “He’s so busy with the company affairs right now. | don’t want to burden him with these matters,” Laney explained shortly after. Natalie could feel her friend’s helplessness through the message.

Natalie sighed. Ever since Garrett had agreed to return to the Harding Group in order to marry Laney, he had becextremely busy. Nevertheless, Natalie believed he should not have left Laney alone in the hospital.

Suddenly, the complication during Tasha’s delivery crossed her mind. Anxious, Natalie decided to accompany Laney in the hospital.

It was not every day Brandon and Natalie got to have a day off together. So, his face darkened upon learning that she planned to leave him alone and accompany her friend in the hospital.

“Are you jealous of Laney?” Natalie jokingly asked seeing that Brandon was in a bad mood. Laney is pregnant, and she shouldn't be alone. Besides, Garrett is a good friend of ours. Shouldn't | help Laney?” Brandon raised his eyebrows and wr*pped Natalie in a tight embrace. “In that case, shouldn't you compensate me? Hmm?” he whispered in her ear.

A shiver went down Natalie's spine. She jumped out of Brandon's arms and said, “We have to go after breakfast.

I'll meet with Laney at 10 o'clock.” Meanwhile, Brandon had no choice but to give up for now. Of course, he would not let Natalie go He had plenty of tlater in the evening, anyway.

When the two of them had finished eating breakfast, Brandon drove Natalie to meet with Laney.

As soon as they got out of the car, Laney waddled to them with her huge baby bump. She was in her last trimester, making it arduous for her to walk. Upon seeing the discontentment on Brandon's face, she realized that she had inconvenienced them. “I'm sorry for disturbing you on the weekend,” she said in a low and apologetic tone.