NovelEnglishRoy reminded Imogen, “Keep this between us. Don’t spread it around.” She assured him solemnly, “Of course, captain. | won't tell anyone.” “I think Miss Lloyd was kidnapped because someone knows she shares a good relationship with the vice president. They took her to threaten him.” She agreed, “I think so too. They were obviously going after her in the coffee shop.” He nodded. “We'll have to double the protection for the vice president's close ones after this.” Since Imogen couldn't get anything more from Roy, she left.
Back in the presidential suite, Shirley cout of the bathroom wearing pajamas. Zacharias was already waiting for her on the couch with a medical kit beside him. She sat with him and unbuttoned her shirt, revealing two bruises on her back for him. Brushing her hair aside, she exposed her elegant nape and back, adorned with a healthy tan rather than fair skin.
He applied oil to his hands and began massaging her bruises, taking her slightly off guard with the intensity. A flirtatious moan escaped her lips, prompting her to bite her lip to suppress any further sounds.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt“Don’t hold back. If you need to, let it out,” Zacharias encouraged, smiling as he applied a bit more pressure. He intended to enhance blood circulation, aiding in the speedy recovery of the bruise.
Resisting the urge to moan, Shirley thought, / won't make a sound in this quiet room; it's too embarrassing to hear myself.
He was mindful of her discomfort, so he adjusted the pressure. Once he finished with her back, he said, “Alright, turn toward me.” She hesitated, feeling self-conscious about the bruises on her ribcage just beneath her chest, even though she wore a sports bra. Turning away, she couldn’t bring i x | to meet his gaze.
Zacharias gently placed his hand on her bruise, his thumb making contact with the fabric of Shirley's sports bra.
Though it might have been unintentional, he grazed it slightly as he withdrew his hand, causing her to blush.
Looking at her, the man had a sheen of sweat on his forehead. He smiled and then reached for the other side, the warmth of his fingers seeping into her heart.
After he was done, he suddenly held the back of her head and gave her a deep kiss. A soft moan escaped her lips, her heart, already fluttering from the earlier teasing, now racing.
However, he swiftly returned to packing the medical kit. Unwilling to let him off the hook after igniting her desire, she seized the moment, pouncing on the man and pinning him down on the couch.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmSitting on top of Zacharias, Shirley held his shoulders, flipping their roles around. He wasn’t the one lusting after her; it was the other way around now. He hesitated for a moment, narrowing his eyes. She cupped his cheeks and planted a kiss on his lips. He allowed her to playfully nibble on his lips, engaging in a teasing exchange of tongues. It was a flirty kiss. Her face turned red when she stood up, but she felt a sense of satisfaction after boldly kissing the man.
“Get srest,” he said. Something was bubbling in his heart.
Shirley went back to her room, and her phone rang. She checked it out and realized the call was from Imogen, and she picked the phone up. “Hello, Imogen.” “How's your wounds, Shirley? Are they serious?” Imogen asked, concerned.
“It’s alright. | have rubbed oil over the bruises,” Shirley said.
“Did the vice president rub it for you?” Imogen asked.
After the incident, Shirley realized she didn’t mind confessing her feelings for Zacharias, no matter who was asking.
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