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Ellie thought to herself, shouldn’t he return to his room if he’s finished? She then doubted he would wee her in his bedroom.
“Click!” The door clicked shut as Ellie locked the study.
Kaiden, raising an eyebrow, waited curiously for her next move. Ellie, trying to appearposed yet unable to mask her nervousness, approached Kaiden.
Her hand nervously touched the belt of her robe.
With a quick lip bite, her heart raced with unease.
Kaiden, with his innate instincts as a man, often had a keen sense of premonition. Moreover, he was no stranger to the attention of women who sought his favor.
He quickly discerned her underlying intentions.
Yet, he didn’t intervene, silently observing, a hint of intrigued amusement in his demeanor.
The plush carpet muffled any sound as the robe’s belt dropped.
In an instant, Ellie let her bathrobe fall, revealing her figure.
Her skin glowed softly.
Her neck was slender, her waist narrow enough to encircle with one hand, and her legs elegantly long. Even her fingernails had a delicate, polished appearance.
Her form seemed a masterpiece of nature, captivatingly perfect, stirring both visual admiration… and a more primal longing.
“Ellie, what are you doing?” Kaiden’s voice remained steady.
Internally, he felt an unusual dryness in his throat.
He preferred the air conditioning set to seventy-two degrees Fahrenheit, which caused Ellie a slight chill.
With a feigned calmness, she approached his desk.
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Resting a hand on the desk, she rified, “I’m here as Mrs. Thorpe, Mr. Thorpe.”
Her slight movements caused the thin fabric to shift tantalizingly. In mere seconds, Kaiden was beside her, his hand on her waist, leaning in.
Her upper body pressed against the desk, and she felt a cold object on her back. Was that his pen?
“Here? Really?” he asked, his breath warm against her face.
His closeness felt almost overbearing.
Ellie fought the urge to turn away, maintaining herposure.
“If this is where you want it, that’s fine.” Recognizing her initiative, Kaiden gave her a choice. “Are you sure?”
“Let’s go to the bedroom,” she quickly amended.
It wasn’t that the idea was unappealing, but for her first time having sex… in a study seemed too audacious.
It was too thrilling.
In a way, a bed offered a feeling of safety.
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