?Chapter 1492:


    Leaning in close, Vincent murmured in a husky voice near Katelyn’s ear, “Just wait until we get home.”


    Heat rushed to her face in an instant. She shot him a re, whispering, “Stop it! Someone’s watching.”


    Following Katelyn’s gaze, Vincent nced out the window, where the officer had already dismounted and was now tapping against the ss. With a casual motion, Vincent brushed back Katelyn’s tousled hair before rolling down the window.


    The officer peered at Vincent with a stern expression. “Sir, you can’t park here.” His gaze flickered to Katelyn, immediately grasping the situation. Amusement shed across his face as he added, “I understand, but trafficws still apply.”


    Katelyn was left speechless and awkward.


    Sensing her difort, Vincent smirked slightly. Subtly shifting his position, he blocked the officer’s view of her. The small gesture eased her tension.


    Turning back to the officer, Vincent nodded. “Apologies, we’ll move right away.” Under the officer’s knowing gaze, Vincent started the engine and drove off.


    Even after the car was back in motion, Katelyn’s cheeks still burned.


    She was naturally reserved—this was far too much for her.


    She shot Vincent another re and muttered, “This is all your fault.” His grin only widened. Though his focus remained on the road, he couldn’t resist reaching over and pinching her earlobe between his fingers. It was a small touch, yet it carried an undeniable intimacy. This time, Katelyn didn’t shy away. She let him do as he pleased, her lips curving into a soft smile.


    Vincent had intended it as a fleeting tease, but something about the warmth of her skin beneath his fingers made him unwilling to let go.


    Noticing his lingering touch, a mischievous glint flickered in Katelyn’s eyes. Rather than pulling away, she leaned into his palm, rubbing her cheek against his fingers.


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    Intimacy filled the space again. Vincent stilled. A jolt of heat traveled up his arm, spreading through his chest like a slow-burning fire. His throat tightened. He swallowed hard.


    “Stop it,” he muttered, his voice lower than before.


    But Katelyn had no intention of stopping. Instead, she continued her gentle movements, even tilting her head slightly to brush her lips over his fingertip.


    The instant her warm mouth closed around it, Vincent’s pupils darkened. His grip on the wheel tightened as his breathing grew uneven. Without a second thought, he pressed down on the elerator. “Katelyn, you’re really asking for it.”


    Watching him struggle to keep hisposure only made her more pleased. She arched an eyebrow, her tone deliberately sultry. “Oh? And what exactly am I asking for?” As she spoke, the tip of her tongue flicked over his fingertip.


    Vincent’s restraint frayed. If this continued, he wasn’t sure he could keep himself in check. Just as he was about to pull his hand away, Katelyn suddenly bit down on his finger. A sharp rush of heat flooded through him, his body tensing in response.


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