Female Novel
Chapter 1961
The moment Cindy stepped into the hotel room, she found herself pinned against the wall by Ian, wholeaned in to kiss her ferociously.
However, she was still distracted by plenty of other things, and when they detached from the kiss forair, she mumbled, “The door—it’s still open.”
Without wasting another second, Ian kicked the door shut behind them and swept her into anotherpassionate kiss.
She had missed him a lot, and this time, she did not object to his ferocity as she reached to unbuttonhis shirt.
Seeing this, Ian smirked and asked huskily, “Did you miss me?”
She hummed briefly in response and tiptoed to kiss him, muttering impatiently, “I did.”
It was rare to see her so forward with her advances, which was enough to prove how much she hadmissed him indeed.
Ian smiled and lowered himself slightly to pick her up. In long strides, he reached the bed and threw heron it.
He didn’t bother waiting for her to take off his shirt for him and made quick work of stripping beforehovering over her.
She was a little uneasy as she pressed a hand to his chest, asking with wide eyes, “Wait, are the walls
soundproof?”
He smirked devilishly. “Is that a trick question?”
She blinked at this and understood what he meant by that. She wanted to laugh but instead said, “I justwanted to know if you heard anything go bump in the night. What, are you feeling guilty aboutsomething?”
Unable to keep his urges under control any longer, he tore at her shirt and kissed her hungrily, thendistractedly pointed out, “I don’t know if the walls are soundproof, but I’ve certainly never heardanything from the rooms next to mine.”
They hadn’t seen each other for so long that their bodies seemed to crave skin-to-skin interaction. Ianhad been cooped up at work recently, and because Cindy was so frustrated most of the time, neither ofthem had bothered diving into the realm of self-pleasuring.
That inevitably hollowed their bodies out, and now that they had all the time and privacy, it didn’t takelong for them to find their rhythm and cave into the flood after the drought.
Cindy had always thought of Ian as a rogue in bed, one who had quite the astonishing vocabulary andendless energy to expend. However, now that the both of them were ravishing each other once more,she finally realized just how long he had been repressing his urges.
If he had been roguish before, he was definitely the devil now, and he showed no signs of stopping.
Toward the end, Cindy was nearly brought to tears as she cursed aloud, “Damn it, Ian, are you trying tokill me?”
He squeezed her waist and muttered hoarsely, “Don’t be silly. As if I could bear to lose you.”
He might be saying that, but he certainly wasn’t going easy on her.
As to when their endeavors finally came to an end, she had no idea, but she did know that she musthave passed out halfway through from the euphoria alone.
When Ian was done draining her, he allowed her to take a quick shower, and he left for the set withouther.
His return to the set was met with knowing and meaningful looks. Cindy had dropped by just beforelunchtime and then followed him back to the hotel; for her to be absent as soon as lunchtime was over,everyone instantly knew that something exciting and energy-expending had taken place behind closeddoors.
Ian wasn’t flustered by their guesses; he owned up to his actions openly, and he had nothing to hide. Ifhe had, then he wouldn’t have brought Cindy back to the hotel earlier that day. After all, he couldn’tvery well escape the paparazzi on the way back to the hotel, and it could only be a matter of timebefore photos of them leaked on the internet. novelbin
As things were, he no longer dodged the media like they were the plague. He had shed his bulletproofvest, and he couldn’t care less about anyone who spoke or wrote about his relationship with Cindy.
There were still a lot of scenes to film in the afternoon, but Ian still found time to give Cindy a call.
But he had called twice and not once did anyone pick up the line, so he figured that she was still
sleeping.
In truth, he had been a little rough with her that afternoon, but he couldn’t be blamed. They hadn’t seenmuch of each other these days, and when he occasionally spent the night home, they didn’t have timeto catch up, either.
They couldn’t even engage conversationally, let alone physically. In the heat of the moment, he hadbeen aggressively roguish with her, but he thought that was normal, and he certainly did not expectCindy to be quite so riled up about it.
When they were all taking a break from filming, Ian was resting on one side of the set when the drivercame over and asked cheekily, “Hey, where’s Cindy? Did she head back home?”
Ian turned to give him a withering look. “You weren’t such a gossip before.”
The driver guffawed. “Technically, I’m not looking for gossip. I’m just concerned for her.”