She finally collapsed, her entire body going slack as he let her come down. She distantly felt him climb up beside her even though her senses were a little dull. Mo Qingchen stroked a hand gently down her side, running his fingers down her neck and between her breasts.
He rested the heavy hand against her stomach and she finally opened her eyes again. She found him watching her.
He smiled and brushed the sweat off her forehead with his other hand. "Good morning," he whispered. "Now you won't feel distracted during the meeting."
Qian Meng nodded helplessly. "The pinching hurt!" she complained.
"But you loved it," he countered with a grin. She turned to him and pressed herself against his chest. She wouldn't tell him she did. As if her orgasm wasn't enough evidence!
She didn't need to embarrass herself any longer.
