His warm breath ghosted over her ear, full of obvious\u00a0<\/p>\n
suggestion. \u201cHoney, our son\u2019s asleep. How about we\u2026\u00a0<\/p>\n
one round?\u00a0<\/p>\n
just play\u00a0<\/p>\n
Think of it as helping me relax. You\u2019ve been busy lately, and I\u2019ve\u00a0<\/p>\n
been really tense too.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
His arms circled her waist, gentle but firm, leaving no room for\u00a0<\/p>\n
refusal. His lips grazed her earlobe, a barely\u2013there touch.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He was teasing her so much her knees felt weak, and her heart\u00a0<\/p>\n
began to race uncontrollably.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The lighting was too intimate, the scent too alluring, and the\u00a0<\/p>\n
embrace of the man behind her was just too familiar, too\u00a0<\/p>\n
reassuring.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She let him lead her to the game board and sat down, still\u00a0<\/p>\n
grumbling:\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cJust one game, okay? After this, I\u2019m going back to be with our\u00a0<\/p>\n
son\u2026 You promised.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cAlright, just one game.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
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Roderick agreed readily, but a confident smile flashed in his\u00a0<\/p>\n
eyes.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He picked up the dice. \u201cYou first, honey?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
The game began.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The rules of this Ludo board game had clearly been \u201cspecially\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
designed.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The number Madeleine rolled landed her on a space that read,\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cLightly kiss the other person\u2019s Adam\u2019s apple for ten seconds.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
She blushed, shot Roderick a playfully annoyed look, but still\u00a0<\/p>\n
leaned in, tilting her head up, her soft lips gently pressing\u00a0<\/p>\n
against his slightly bobbing Adam\u2019s apple.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Time seemed to stretch. She could clearly feel the warmth of\u00a0<\/p>\n
his skin, the beat of his pulse, and his deepening breath.\u00a0<\/p>\n
When it was Roderick\u2019s turn, the space he landed on was\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cMassage the other person\u2019s shoulders and neck for three\u00a0<\/p>\n
minutes.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cOh, this one\u2019s nice. I\u2019m actually a little tired.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Madeleine beamed, straightening her back to let Roderick\u00a0<\/p>\n
Chapter 280\u00a0<\/p>\n
knead her shoulders, little did she know how alluring her smiling\u00a0<\/p>\n
face was at that moment.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Roderick suppressed the pounding in his chest, skillfully\u00a0<\/p>\n
kneading her slightly stiff shoulders and neck.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The pressure was just right. Madeleine couldn\u2019t help but let out\u00a0<\/p>\n
a comfortable sigh, her body relaxing slightly.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The game progressed slowly in an intimate and suggestive\u00a0<\/p>\n
atmosphere.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The instructions on the spaces grew bolder and more\u00a0<\/p>\n
provocative.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWhisper a sweet nothing in the other\u2019s ear\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cUndo one of the other\u2019s buttons\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cExchange an intimate article of clothing\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Clothing became disheveled, breaths began to mingle, and the\u00a0<\/p>\n
temperature in the air steadily climbed.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Madeleine\u2019s face was already flushed, her shimmering eyes\u00a0<\/p>\n
glistening. Her initial resistance and the thought of going back\u00a0<\/p>\n
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to her son were long forgotten.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Roderick watched her, lost in passion, a triumphant smile\u00a0<\/p>\n
playing on his lips.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He tossed the dice again, and the game piece\u2018 landed precisely\u00a0<\/p>\n
on a square marked with a heart and the word \u201cFinish.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
He put down the dice, swept the limp Madeleine into his arms,\u00a0<\/p>\n
and walked toward the large, soft bed.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cHuh?\u00a0<\/p>\n
Isn\u2019t the\u2026 game over?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Madeleine wrapped her arms around his neck, her voice soft\u00a0<\/p>\n
and weak.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, the game is over.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Roderick gently laid her on the bed, his tall frame covering hers,\u00a0<\/p>\n
his burning gaze locking onto her. \u201cBut the winner\u2019s \u2018reward\u2018\u2026\u00a0<\/p>\n
and the loser\u2019s \u2018punishment\u2018 are just getting started, aren\u2019t\u00a0<\/p>\n
they?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
He lowered his head and kissed her lips, silencing whatever she\u00a0<\/p>\n
was about to say, swallowing all her protests and faint\u00a0<\/p>\n
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murmurs.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Roderick\u2019s kiss was gentle, yet impossible to resist.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Madeleine had meant to remind him about her son, but\u00a0<\/p>\n
somehow, under his advances, she gradually lost the ability to\u00a0<\/p>\n
think.\u00a0<\/p>\n
His fingers gently brushed against her cheek, sending a slight\u00a0<\/p>\n
shiver through her.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cFocus.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
He whispered against her lips, his breath warm, \u201cThe game isn\u2019t\u00a0<\/p>\n
over yet.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Madeleine let out a soft moan, her fingers unconsciously\u00a0<\/p>\n
tightening on his shirt.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The kisses moved from her lips, trailing down her jawline to\u00a0<\/p>\n
linger on her neck.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She tilted her head back slightly, feeling his soft kisses, her breathing quickening.\u00a0<\/p>\n
His hand slid over her waist, his fingertips tracing lightly through\u00a0<\/p>\n
the fabric, bringing a tingling sensation.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Chapter 280\u00a0<\/p>\n
Madeleine couldn\u2019t help but flinch, but he only pulled her tighter\u00a0<\/p>\n
into his embrace.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cRoderick\u2026\u201d she called his name softly, a barely perceptible\u00a0<\/p>\n
tremor in her voice.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cHmm?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
He answered, but his movements didn\u2019t stop.\u00a0<\/p>\n
A shower of kisses landed on her collarbone, as gentle as\u00a0<\/p>\n
falling raindrops.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Madeleine felt a little dizzy. The scent of aromatherapy in the\u00a0<\/p>\n
room seemed to grow stronger, lingering around her and\u00a0<\/p>\n
making her relax even more.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Every one of his touches was just right, neither too rushed nor\u00a0<\/p>\n
without clear intent.\u00a0<\/p>\n
His fingers deftly undid the buttons of her blouse. Madeleine\u00a0<\/p>\n
could feel the warmth of his fingertips through the thin fabric,\u00a0<\/p>\n
making her instinctively lean closer to him.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you still remember you have to go home to your son?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
He whispered in her ear, a hint of a smile in his voice.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Chapter 281\u00a0<\/p>\n
Cedella is a passionate storyteller known for her bold romantic and spicy novels that keep readers hooked from the very first chapter. With a flair for crafting emotionally intense plots and unforgettable characters, she blends love, desire, and drama into every story she writes. Cedella\u2019s storytelling style is immersive and addictive\u2014perfect for fans of heated romances and heart-pounding twists.<\/p>\n
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