Nia Mitchell had to admit, just that one short word made her completely defenseless.
Her rosy cheeks were reflected in his eyes, Nia Mitchell clenched her small fist, looking up at Maxwell Peary with his wet and dripping hair.
Not knowing where the impulse came from, or where the courage came from, she unexpectedly raised her head and kissed him.
His lips, as always, were so magical.
His warmth made her want to scream.
Everything about him was so wonderful, once she possessed it, she didn't want to let go.
...
Their breakfast was destined to be unfinished.
When Nia Mitchell woke up again, it was already half past eleven in the morning.
She opened her sleepy eyes, feeling sore all over, recalling the scenes in the bathroom from that morning.
Suddenly, her face turned bright red.
However, remembering the lovemaking from last night and this morning without any contraception, she was full of smiles again.
"Uncle!"
