And The Daddy Is… The Infertile Guy?!

Chapter 299

“Mr. Chadwick…”

Gwendolyn found herself breathlessly twisted against his advances, her lips locked with his in an unyielding kiss.

His mouth traveled down her neck, grazing her earlobe, peppering her cheeks, causing her defenses to crumble. Seizing the moment, she shifted her position, reclining onto the lounge chair with her palms pressing against his chiseled abs.

“Mr. Chadwick, wait…”

The pool area was open on all sides, and she could see the intense desire in his eyes, impossible to conceal.

Beneath her hands pulsed a strong heartbeat, so vigorous it seemed to burn through her skin.

“I can’t wait.”

With one hand, he pinned her wrists above her head and bent down to claim her bare skin with an authoritative kiss.

The lounge chair creaked under them, its slender structure threatening to collapse at any second.

“Not here. This isn’t right.”

Her eyes, soft and rippling with vulnerability, betrayed the strain in her voice, feebly protesting. The daylight exposed her, challenging her sense of modesty. She had never imagined being so intimate outside the sanctity of her room.

“Gwen, no one’s around,” he whispered gently. He was usually all control and restraint, but he let go of that facade when desires took over without a moment of doubt.

heart sank at his teasing, reflecting on how men seemed to relish the wild.

last thread holding her swimsuit in place was undone by his fingers. As his

let’s just appease our cravings here and then go back to

endearing, pleaded for

not

another boy had shared her innocent youth. Even if it was just a childhood companion long

mean by ‘appease our cravings‘?” he asked, deliberately

vulnerable and hesitant to move. She feared any slight motion might cause

she responded, “Just a kiss and a hug.”

hardly enough for me. Last night was satisfying,

Gwendolyn searched for an excuse

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we didn’t bring protection.”

a slight smile, “I

nearby bag, he produced a box

last avenue of escape was

a look of forlorn resignation, Gwendolyn realized she was out

you never meant to teach me to swim.”

as if it were currency, “I’ve