Celeste Grant's fingers gently hooked his chin. She rubbed it lightly, leaned close to his ear, and whispered, "Mhm, you're the boss." As she spoke, she wrapped her arms around his neck.
The man before her watched her quietly.
Suddenly, the hand on her waist tightened slightly. The next moment, he swept her up into his arms. He turned, his tall, slender figure carrying her as he walked deeper into the room. Behind them, the door slowly closed.
「In the room.」
Javier Sinclair laid her on the bed.
He held her by the waist and leaned down to kiss her lips. With one hand, his fingers hooked the sash of her robe and gave it a tug. Her nightgown loosened and fell open.
After the kiss, he looked up at her.
He reached out and gently stroked her hair.
Celeste Grant blinked, looking at the man before her. In his eyes, she could see her own reflection, her cheeks faintly flushed. His long hair cascaded over his shoulders and fell onto her body.
He spoke, "Wifey."
