Landon slowly walked into the room. He was worried about waking the love of his life from her dreams, so he took his shoes off and went into the room in just his socks.

Lauren was curled under the blanket on the huge and spacious bed. Only her head protruded out. Her long black hair was scattered like ink dissipating on a white paper.

Landon sat by the bedside, gazing deeply at his wife's pretty face. He brushed away a strand of hair from her face with his fingers.

He was no longer looking around for anyone else. He only had eyes for Lauren.

"I can't believe so much had happened while I was away for such a short time."

Landon gently caressed Lauren's smooth face with his coarse fingertips, continuing to trace her lips and beautiful neckline. "I always believed I was the only man in the world who had you on his mind. Your charm exceeds my wildest imagination. I won't take you out anymore.

"What am I supposed to do if someone fancies you? You can't imagine how much I couldn't stand what happened tonight. If that rascal wasn't Alyssa's brother, I would have treated him like a punching bag."

Unconsciously, he tightened his grip.

Lauren's eyes fluttered slightly as she let out a soft moan. Panicking, Landon quickly released his grip, fearing he might disturb her peaceful sleep.

She lay flat on the bed. She had kicked her blanket down, revealing half of her

was in a spaghetti-strapped nightgown, but her nightgown became disheveled as she shifted on the bed. The delicate contours of her shoulders and the alluring curves of her bosom peeked out from

his shoulders shuddered. He was

my painting?" Lauren murmured in

hear every word

Landon was certain Lauren wasn't asking him this question. Then,

"Cyrus."

with an intensity that seemed like he was about to rip her lips off. The commotion finally roused Lauren from

but when she realized it was Landon, she relaxed her entire body. Hooking both arms around the back of his neck, she gently eased the intensity of the

nightgown was nowhere to be

It didn't matter when or where. If he wanted it, she would

an extended period, lost in the rhythm of

longer, whimpering and scratching his back. Men were often insatiable

the rascal do to you? Hmm?" Landon was

did I

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255