Ex Cried as I Wed a Tycoon

Chapter 335

Lyman whispered, "I'm hungry."

Before Effie could react, his lips were already on hers, stealing her breath, swallowing any protest she might have made.

Effie let out a soft, involuntary sound, "Mm-"

It was like a feather brushing against Lyman's nerves-sensitive, electric. In that moment, whatever restraint he had left broke.

He swept Effie up in his arms, slinging her over his shoulder with a sudden burst of strength.

Dangling against him, Effie could feel the power in his body as he carried her down the hall. When they reached the lounge, Lyman kicked the door shut behind them, strode to the bed, and set her down.

She sank into the soft mattress, trying to sit up, but Lyman was already over her, his gaze sweeping down at her flushed cheeks.

She looked as delicate and radiant as a camellia in early spring, blooming just for him.

Effie's heart hammered-usually, these moments happened at night, in the safety of darkness. But now, in broad daylight, it all felt so exposed-so thrilling and a little nerve-wracking.

Her throat felt dry, so she swallowed, unconsciously licking her lips.

voice dropped to a husky murmur. "You were the

"Me?" Effie managed, startled.

treated her

there was no space

and he said, half-laughing, half- serious, “Now I finally understand why old kings never wanted to leave their beds in the morning.

fair and slender, tracing a line across his chest. She poked him lightly. "You're the

them over so he was on top

protest before he swept her up again, and she was

initiated it,

finally stopped, Effie's legs were trembling; she could barely stand, her arms

buttoning her

"This is all your fault. How

sofa, and settled her gently among the cushions. "Then don't go. I'll have Luther call Irving Butler and say you're out

was, she

her hair like

a child. "Be good.

for me. When

home early-and pick up

Grandma on the way."