Female NovelIn a husky voice, Waylen asked, “Rena, do you realize what you’re saying?”
With one hand clutching the bouquet of flowers, Rena was torn between pushing him away and drawing him closer.
She gestured as if to push him away, but the look in her eyes told him that she wanted him to get closer.
Just then, a loud horn blared from behind, jolting them back to reality.
Waylen quickly buckled up his seatbelt again and, with his Adam’s apple bobbing nervously, he said, “Then let’s go to the hotel.”
Perhaps it had been a while since Rena had made such provocative advances towards him, and a thrilling sense of excitement washed over his mind. He drove them to the nearest five-star hotel and wasted no time checking into the presidential suite.
The moment they stepped inside, he pressed Rena against the door and kissed her passionately.
He had restrained his desire for so long, so his actions were more rough than ever before.
Once was not enough.
With Rena in his arms, Waylen carried her into the main bedroom and gently laid her at the end of the bed. The elegant purple couture dress she wore soon cascaded to the carpet, and the petals of the white roses he had given her adorned the scene like a romantic painting.
The bedroom was drenched in the aftermath of their passionate encounter.
The clock had ticked past midnight, signifying the hours they had spent entwined in each other’s embrace.
Cradling Rena close to him, Waylen kissed her with a sense of fulfillment, both physically and emotionally.
“What happened to you tonight?” he whispered softly into her ear.
Rena’s skin was glowing with sweat, and she leaned gently against his shoulder as she replied, “Partly because of the cup of champagne.”
Waylen couldn’t resist kissing her again, the lingering desire still evident in their heated gazes.
In truth, they both knew they had forgotten to use protection tonight.
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The early winter chill made Rena long to remain in the warmth of his embrace for eternity, and Waylen shared the same sentiment.
After a tender moment, Rena finally spoke, her voice soft. “We need to get up. It’s time to go home.”
Waylen playfully pouted, pretending to be dissatisfied. “This is the only disadvantage of having children. It would be wonderful if we could sleep together for the whole night and not get up until tomorrow morning. We don’t have to go home in the middle of the night.”
As he spoke, he still helped Rena put on her clothes and his shirt, and wrapped her in his coat.
He wore a grey sweater, and luckily it didn’t look odd.