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.

holding her swimsuit in place was undone by his fingers. As his lips trailed lower, she closed

let’s just appease our cravings here and

and endearing,

was not inclined

upon learning that another boy had shared her innocent youth. Even

Gwen, what exactly do you mean by ‘appease our

move. She feared any slight motion might cause her untied swimsuit to slip

responded, “Just a kiss and a hug.”

Last night was satisfying, and a mere kiss doesn’t come close.”

Gwendolyn searched for an

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didn’t bring protection.”

into a

his nearby bag, he produced a box of

escape was

Gwendolyn

meant to

said, presenting a condom as if it were currency, “I’ve plotted this for a