In a luxurious suites living room, what began as a review of contracts on the plush sofa quickly escalated to the master bedrooms extra-large double bed. The pristine white sheets were soft and inviting, and the dim orange glow of the nightlight mixed with the faintest of breaths, creating an ambiance laced with intimacy.
Wanda Shaw was almost straddling Jason Rivers, nibbling and biting as if he were a delicacy. How delightful he tasted! Jason, attempting to push her away several times, found her fervor only growing. Now, she had him pushed onto the bed. Was he, a man of 64", truly unable to overpower her?
"Wanda!" Jason panted, pushing against the woman骑 on him. Her flushed face was small, her lips slightly parted, emitting breaths, her pert nose flaring with each breath, as if exhausted. Her disheveled hair was illuminated by the dim orange light, exuding an indescribable sense of teasing, especially her eyes, shrouded in desire, making it nearly impossible to restrain oneself.
The tip of his nose inhaled the faint scent of sweet orange perfume that emanated from her.
"Brother Chen, long time no see, youve become even more handsome, more charming," Wanda purred before attempting to descend to kiss Jason again.
Clamping his teeth, Jason reminded Wanda, "Wanda! Im Jason Rivers, your classmate Hanks brother! Your boyfriend is Hanks childhood friend!"
"Brother Chen..." Wanda whimpered, tugging at Jasons tie.
Jasons lower body had long since become as hard as iron. He was a normal man, and facing such bold seduction from the computer science departments belle, a C-cup beauty, his resolve was fraying.
"You wont regret this!"
"Mmm." Wanda nodded in a daze.
Jasons head ached; he was no stranger to women throwing themselves at him, and he was no greenhorn. Why was he so tempted today? As he pressed her beneath him, his large palm reached under her clothing to knead her softness, a true torment. He yearned to tear her clothes off but reminded himself repeatedly that this woman was off-limits.
But now, it wasnt that he was insistent on touching her; she was forcing him to. His palm slid to her back, deftly unclasping her bra, pushing her light purple blouse up, and capturing the soft mound to lavish with his tongue.
Their clothes discarded, the heat of desire pressed against her lower body, and he was drenched in sweat, torn between touching and refraining.
Wandas consciousness was becoming increasingly scattered, whimpering "Shao Jie, Shao Jie" under Jason, "Im so hot, so hot, unbearable, unbearable."
Jasons brows furrowed, and he cursed under his breath, gritting his teeth as he quickly disentangled himself from Wanda while a sliver of sanity remained, redressed her, and went to the bathroom to turn on the shower to the strongest setting, dousing himself with cold water.
After a while, he emerged in a bathrobe to see the woman on the bed still tugging at her clothes. With a clear mind, he approached, adjusted her shirt, picked her up, and carried her into the bathroom, placing her into the tub filled with cold water.
The person in the tub tried to pull him in, but he dodged and returned to the bedroom to fetch a tie, binding her hands to the tubs railing.
He lay on the bed to sleep, unaware of how long the woman in the tub called out "Shao Jie" before falling silent.
The next morning, with the heavy curtains drawn open and a wall of floor-to-ceiling windows offering an expansive view, one could sit on the milky white carpet, thick and soft, and take in the river scenery. Jason, with his neat short hair, a white T-shirt, and beige casual pants, casually tossed a cushion on the carpet, sat cross-legged by the window, leisurely perusing the newspaper. Sunlight streamed through the windows, casting on his face, his features sharp, exuding calm elegance and handsomeness.
Wanda had changed into a purple dress ordered by Jason from the Department of Commerce, her hair loosely tied into a bun. Upon hearing Jason recount the previous nights events, she knelt beside him, her face ashen with remorse, "Mr. Rivers, please forgive me. I shouldnt have treated you like that last night. How could I have taken such liberties with you? I wouldnt dare to disrespect Mr. Rivers so brazenly! I was definitely drugged; otherwise, I wouldnt have done such beastly things to you."
Even rabbits dont eat the grass around their burrows. If she were to do something so despicable, she would choose someone far away, not the head of the Rivers family, someone she shouldnt touch. The thought was infuriating.
Jason, who had been calmly reading the newspaper, almost coughed at Wandas apology. He hadnt mentioned that he had stripped her, caressed, and kissed her last night. Fortunately, he hadnt sucked too hard, or there would be marks, and he wouldnt be able to cover them up.
She woke up fully clothed in the bathtub, naturally not suspecting anything he had done the night before.
Indecent? Beastly? Was she cursing herself or him?
Jason glanced at Wanda and continued reading the newspaper.
Seeing Jason ignore her, Wanda felt defeated and slumped onto the thick, soft carpet, momentarily forgetting whether she was there to apologize or to enjoy the comfort.