She kept calling his name.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Her sweet voice had already drawn the young man\u2019s attention again, and he turned to glance back.\u00a0<\/p>\n
It was the kind of sound that made you want to keep looking.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Stanley could only glare and head back to his side of the room.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Wendy had already crawled back into bed. Stanley glared at her, irritated, \u201cWhat are you doing, calling out like that? Trying to summon something?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Wendy was speechless. She was only trying to help!\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m going to take a cold shower,\u201d Stanley muttered, heading straight for the bathroom.\u00a0<\/p>\n
A few minutes later, he emerged, his body still damp as he climbed back into bed.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The two of them lay in silence, the air thick with tension. From the next room, faint sounds of laughter and playful conversation reached them\u2013the man and woman were still at it, their voices low but distinct.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Stanley was about to get up and take another cold shower, but just as he moved to throw the covers off, he felt movement next to him. Wendy, who had been lying far away from him by the edge of the bed, had shifted closer. Her delicate body was now pressed against his side.\u00a0<\/p>\n
For a moment, the air around them seemed to warm with the soft scent of her.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Stanley froze. They were both adults, fully aware of what that kind of proximity meant, especially with the tension in the air. Wendy was clearly making the move to get closer to him, the invitation obvious.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He looked down at her, his voice low and curious. \u201cWhat are you doing?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Wendy lifted her watery, doe\u2013like eyes to meet his, her gaze playful. \u201cWhat do you think?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Stanley\u2019s throat tightened as he swallowed, but before he could respond, his phone buzzed with an incoming call.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He pulled out his phone and saw that it was Jessica.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He answered the call, and immediately, Jessica\u2019s teasing voice came through. \u201cStanley, why aren\u2019t you replying to my texts?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Jessica had sent him childhood photos earlier, and he had forgotten to respond.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ve been busy\u2026\u201d Stanley started, but his words faltered when Wendy, in one smooth motion, crawled into his lap, her lips brushing against his throat.\u00a0<\/p>\n
His muscles locked up at the sudden, unexpected contact, and his eyes darkened, a wave of heat rushing through\u00a0<\/p>\n
him.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He quickly placed his hand on her delicate shoulder, pushing her back gently, signaling her to stop.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She had done it on purpose. She knew exactly when to kiss him, just as he was on the phon wanted to test his resolve.\u00a0<\/p>\n
*h Jessica. Wendy\u00a0<\/p>\n
Her soft, pink lips lingered on his neck, teasing him as she kissed the sharp line of his throat, which resembled his chiseled face, utterly intoxicating.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The room was eerily quiet, and Jessica\u2019s voice came through again. \u201cStanley, why are you always so busy? What are you doing right now? Are you alone?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
1\/2\u00a0<\/p>\n
Chapter 95\u00a0<\/p>\n
+25 BONUS\u00a0<\/p>\n
Wendy, clearly not done, bit down lightly on his throat.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Stanley couldn\u2019t keep talking to Jessica with Wendy acting like this. He swiftly ended the call and, in one motion, pulled Wendy off him by her shoulder, his voice low and strained. \u201cDon\u2019t bite.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
She had already left a mark on his throat once before, a small bite that had left a delicate impression for days. He had to keep his shirt buttoned up to hide it during meetings\u00a0<\/p>\n
And now she was doing it again.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Wendy enjoyed leaving her mark on him, especially due to his cold, controlled exterior. She loved teasing him, testing his restraint.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Wendy tilted her head back, her lips finding his strong jawline, kissing him softly.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Stanley\u2019s hand, which had been resting on her shoulder, tightened instinctively. He wasn\u2019t sure whether he wanted to push her away or pull her closer.\u00a0<\/p>\n
His dark eyes flickered closed for a moment, struggling to regain control, but he couldn\u2019t push her away. Instead, he allowed her to kiss him, her lips moving over his skin with growing intensity.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Just then, his phone buzzed again. Jessica was calling once more.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Stanley reached for the phone, but before he could grab it, Wendy\u2019s lips were on his, soft and insistent.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Today\u2019s Bonus Offer\u00a0<\/p>\n
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Lateefa Khanam is a contemporary romance author celebrated for her emotionally rich storytelling and unforgettable characters. Blending passion with heart-felt realism, her novels often explore themes of second chances, unspoken desires, and the quiet strength of love that grows through struggle.<\/p>\n
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