?<strong>Chapter 286:</strong>


    “I’ll get my beauty sleep while I’m there!” Camille huffed, brushing off his worry with an impatient wave.


    With a decisive tug, she began leading the attendant away. “So, what kind of treatments do you offer? Spill the details.”


    Albin stood there, watching her disappear into the distance. After a moment of hesitation, he let out a sigh and turned back toward the vi.


    He dropped to one knee on the sofa, his hands moving to undress her.


    She was momentarily swept away by the intensity of the moment.


    But a nce around the living room brought her back to reality. “Stop!”


    Kristopher mistook her protest for nothing more than a teasing objection.


    His hand slipped beneath her waistband and he felt undeniable proof of her desire.


    His fingers skilfully teased her most sensitive spot as he leaned closer, his voice rough and low. “Are you absolutely sure you don’t want this?”


    Carrie’s breathing became uneven, her chest rising and falling rapidly.


    She bit back a moan, her voice faltering as she whispered, “Not here…


    This is the living room.


    Camille and Albin could walk in at any moment…”


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    Kristopher paused for a moment before pulling back.


    He reached over her and pressed the control to activate the electronic lock on the door.


    As the soft beep confirmed the lock, he spoke in a calm, low tone. “Don’t worry, no one’sing in now.” Carrie shifted and tried to sit up, her concern breaking through the haze for a moment.


    But in doing so, she found herself startlingly close to his belt, her lips only inches away.


    The proximity startled her, and she could smell his masculine scent, rich and slightly sweet, even through the fabric.


    Kristopher froze for a split second before quickly unbuckling his belt.


    Once it was undone, his body seemed to crave attention.


    His voice dropped to a low, gravelly tone. “Use your mouth.”


    It was the first time Carrie had seen his dick so clearly, and the sheer size of it left her momentarily speechless.


    It made sense now why she always felt so overwhelmed afterwards – it all made sense now, leaving her both surprised and slightly nervous.


    He let out a small sigh of impatience, his hand moving to rest lightly on the back of her head, urging her closer.


    Despite her nerves and inexperience, she didn’t pull away.


    Inside the vi, Kristopher carried Carrie into the living room and carefully ced her on the plush sofa.


    But even after he’d ced her there, he didn’t step back or let go.


    Carrie looked up at him, her eyebrows knitted slightly in what looked like confusion.


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