"She is my subordinate, very competent. I specifically called her back from abroad this time to put on a show with me," Sylvan Cheney explained to her.
While massaging her shoulders, he was also kissing her cheeks.
It seemed that after not seeing her for several days, he was extremely greedy for her countenance and fragrance.
His kisses were never enough.
Soft, close-knit kisses fell on Jasmine Yale's face and along her earlobes.
Having kissed her many times, he knew her sensitive spots very well and gently nipped her earlobe.
"Ah..." Jasmine let out a moan.
Overcome with embarrassment, her cheeks flushed red.
"Could you put me down before we talk?" she negotiated with him.
Sylvan Cheney, of course, disregarded her plea, captured her hand, and abruptly lifted her sideways.
Jasmine quickly wrapped her arms around his neck, her eyes reflecting her panic.
Sylvan Cheney strode towards the bedroom, kicking the bedroom door closed with his foot.
