#Chapter96
In Sickness and In Health
CLYVE
She’s a tease.
I DIDN’T know what was I thinking. My skin tingled with lust. Obviously, I was never over with her. I am stuck in this loop of raw emotions.
The moment she came with only a silk sheet covering her chest, I wanted to drag her back to the dressing room, kiss her, ravage those lips, suck those sweet baps, and fuck her until I told myself I was insane of ignoring her.
She was about to break every self-control I had left. The only thing I could do was to bolt out through the back door with a bloody hard-on, unsatisfied.
/"Bloody shit,/" I whispered, grabbed the back of her head, and leaned over. Then it hit me hard before our lips touched.
She was married.
Temptation.
Professionalism.
And Austen was waiting outside.
Jesus!
