The man's heavy body pressed down, kissing from the corner of her lips to her neck and collarbone, mumbling two words vaguely, "Amy..."
His voice was seductive and sounded as if wrapped in endless addiction, "Your eyes are filled with work all day... What about me... hmm?"
Amelia, "..."
This grievance sounded just like a concubine from the Middle Ages who had fallen out of favor.
The man's thin lips never left her skin, still talking incoherently, "It's been almost a month... aside from work, doesn't Ms. Foster care about me too, hmm?"
Amelia, "..."
Jealous of work, too?
This man must really be frustrated.
After all, since they returned from Japan, they hadn't been intimate again.
He was in the prime of his life, so it was understandable, but... her body was not cooperating today.
Daniel Cooper, seeing her silent, thought she had consented, and a smile appeared in his eyes. His husky voice continued to tempt her, "Amy, baby, Mrs. Cooper..."
