Jonathan pulled Anneliese onto hisp. The ribbon on the front of her silk blouse had been tugged loose, causing her cor to hang askew and revealing her fair shoulder and red marks left on her skin by his burning kisses.


    "Hey... Stop messing around. Jess and the others are waiting..." Anneliese still held onto a shred of rity and pushed Jonathan''s lightly.


    Hearing her words, Jonathan raised his head. However, he pressed another hungry kiss to her flushed lips. His breath spilled out hot and heavy, barely restrained.


    "Let them wait..." he murmured. Then, as if displeased by her distraction, he bit her lower lip lightly.


    Anneliese let out a soft whimper.


    Hearing her soft voice, Jonathan was momentarily stunned before suddenly gripping her waist tightly and kissing her more fiercely.


    Just then, hurried footsteps sounded outside the private room, along with faint noises of an argument.


    Anneliese jolted by themotion and instantly sobered. She was convinced someone might barge in at any moment.


    This time, she pushed him with more strength and bit him.


    Jonathan sucked in a breath of pain and finally pulled away from her.


    "That hurts..." heined. "You said you missed me so much, yet you want to bite me to death?"


    Hearing his slightly slurred tone, Anneliese was taken aback and wondered if she had bitten him too hard.


    Instinctively, she cupped his face and said anxiously, "Let me see."


    Then, she realized the lights in the room were still off, so she could barely make out


    the hazy outline of his handsome features and deep eyes.


    "I''ll turn on the lights." She pushed him gently and hopped off hisp.


    Jonathan didn''t want to let her go, but he also knew this wasn''t the ce.


    As he released her, Anneliese quickly flicked on the lights.


    The sudden brightness stung her eyes. She blinked and turned around, only to find


    the scene before her to make her flush in embarrassment.


    Jonathan sat with his legs slightly apart. The first half of his white shirt was unbuttoned, and his ck tie hung loosely across his chest. His suit pants were creased badly. More importantly, across his open cor was a distinct scratch mark from her fingernails.


    His posture waszy as he leaned back against the chair. His usually tidy hair had fallen in unruly strands, framing his slightly bitten lips and adding a wild sex appeal.


    She couldn''t believe that she had made him into this state.


    At that moment, Anneliese felt a rush of heat and wanted to escape. Her gaze darted away, suddenly embarrassed to walk back toward him. A part of her even wanted to turn around and flee.


    Jonathan found it amusing as he watched her freeze at the doorway, clearly shy.


    "I dare you to run, nowe here."


    Feeling embarrassed, Anneliese forced herself to walk toward him, refusing to admit her earlier cowardice.


    "Why would I run? Didn''t you say your tongue got bitten? Open your mouth and let me check."


    Standing before him, she bent down slightly, and worry filled her heart.


    She didn''t think she would bite him that hard, yet his lip was clearly torn.


    Did I really hurt him badly? she thought.


    However, Jonathan didn''t open his mouth. His gaze darkened, and his breathing roughened.


    He raised an eyebrow and said, "Are you sure you want to examine me like that?"


    Hearing his words, Anneliese followed his gaze downward and realized her own clothes were in even worse disarray than his.


    Thank goodness I hadn''t panicked and opened the door earlier. Otherwise, people might call the police.


    Then, Anneliese turned away and


    fixed herself, but he caught her


    wrist. With one gentle tug, she fell back into hisp. As Jonathan lifted his hand, Anneliese instinctively flinched back and red at him shy?y.


    CUMS


    "Don''t!"


    "Don''t what?" Jonathan chuckled.


    As he spoke, his fingers lowered to her cor-only to gently pull it together. He


    began tidying the mess across her chest.


    Initially, Anneliese had thought he was going to continue what they were doing cartier. Realizing she misunderstood him, she became shy and said, "It''s nothing. I can do it myself."


    Jonathan was buttoning her blouse clumsily. His knuckles brushed her soft skin again and again, yet his gaze was focused, seemingly as if he waspleting something serious.