novelraw Chapter 622 Ambiguity in the Office (2)
Chapter 622 Ambiguity in the Office (2)
Harry Hunter bit her ear, laughing softly by her ear.His voice was deep and pleasant, carrying an inexplicable allure and sexiness that made Isabella Weaver’s heart pound violently.
Even his laughter was so charming—how could she resist?
Isabella’s whole body went weak, her brain telling her "push him away, push him away," but her body uncontrollably responded to him, irresistibly moving closer.
Just as their passion was peaking, there was a sudden knock on the door outside: "President!"
Isabella was startled, but before she could react, Harry Hunter suddenly broke in!
She was so startled she almost screamed!
Harry Hunter captured her lips, swallowing all her sounds, leaving only faint whimpers.
She really did enjoy it!
Biting him so hard!
Her whole body trembled with pleasure!
The person outside knocked a few times, but getting no response, they turned and left.
Isabella heard the footsteps receding, and her heart, which had been tense to the extreme, finally settled down. She angrily bit Harry Hunter’s lip.
Harry let her bite him, considering the pain as a bit of playful fun, the desire in his deep eyes growing stronger, his actions suddenly more intense.
In the stormy fervor he created, Isabella soon surrendered. Biting him was futile, so she had to switch to pleading.
But she didn’t realize that her soft, low pleas seemed like an invitation to Harry, making it impossible for him to stop.
It was unclear how much time passed before the temperature in the office finally cooled down.
Everything halted. Harry gently kissed her, wiped her clean with a damp cloth, rearranged her dress, and embraced her, lying on their sides on the sofa.
"Are you mad?"
"Sweetheart?"
"I was wrong, hmm?"
"Weren’t you the one who just kissed me back so passionately? How can you deny it when the dress is back on?"
Isabella suddenly chuckled angrily, hitting him forcefully and whispering curses at him: "Are you crazy? What if someone saw us, how could I live! Are you a teddy bear?"
Harry caught her hand, kissed it by his lips, obediently listening to his sweet wife’s scolding.
When she ran out of words, he softly spoke: "I didn’t respond because no one dared to come in, yet you were so frightened."
"How was I supposed to know no one would dare to come in, what if someone ignored your rules and barged in?"
"Yes, I intentionally kept you in the dark."
Harry looked at her cheeks still flushed, finding her puffed-up angry look especially cute. "That’s what makes it thrilling, letting you experience such a novel sensation."
Isabella didn’t want to talk to him anymore.
It was thrilling indeed, thrilling enough to scare her soul out!
After such an exciting ordeal, he appeared neat and composed, zipper of his dress pants already zipped up, white shirt crisp and smooth, exuding an aura of abstinent aloofness, impeccably tidy and calm, and no one could tell that the ferociously demanding man earlier was him.
Isabella hugged him.
What else could she do?
She liked him too much, even if he was a beast; she was beyond help.
Her love was too obvious, and a trace of amusement flickered in Harry’s eyes, gently caressing her back, showering her with tenderness and affection.
"My sweetheart does love me after all."
"I do not!"
"You do, I know, you love me like crazy, hmm, maybe because I’m too handsome."
No, he was too conceited!
Even if he spoke the truth, it was still so infuriating!
Isabella bit his shoulder through the shirt.
Harry’s long fingers started unbuttoning his shirt.
Isabella was utterly shocked: "What are you doing now? We can’t go again!"