Chapter 1203
In an instant, Elysia felt her whole body flush, blood rushing straight to her cheeks.
Her porcelain skin turned a shade of red that could rival a boiled lobster.
There he was—someone was lying stark naked in bed, not a stitch on!
The sight was... well, honestly, it was way more than Elysia could handle.
Without thinking, she grabbed the edge of the comforter and tried to cover him up again.
But before she could tuck him in, Tarquin's long arm shot out, pulling her right into the bed with him.
He rolled over, caging her beneath him, trapping her in his embrace.
His voice, low and a little hoarse, sounded right in her ear-deliciously restrained:
"Done with your work?"
His breath was warm and tickled her ear, the air between them thick with anticipation.
Elysia's heart beat so fast she thought it might burst, her face burning.
"You... why aren't you asleep yet?" she stammered.
"Waiting for you."
"Waiting for what?"
The words were barely out of her mouth before she realized how dumb that sounded. He wasn't even wearing boxers. It was pretty obvious what he wanted.
Tarquin's handsome eyes narrowed, a mysterious gleam flickering in their depths.
"Take a guess."
His hands were already starting to wander.
Elysia could feel the pounding of his heart, the heat of his palms—and, well,
certain other unmistakable signs.
"Elysia-," he murmured.
"Yeah?" she answered, voice trembling.
“Elysia.”
"Mm-hmm."
“Elysia...”
time like a
for him to show her
just kept repeating her name, as if he was under a spell,
then finally cracked an
at her, grinning that lazy,
huh?"
a breath, mortified and furious all at once. She pushed at his chest, trying to shove him
way! I'm done
about to lose her cool, and
on me, your poor husband's gonna die of
protest, he caught her hands, pinned them above her head, and kissed her
grew hot, rippling
though, not everyone was having
was drinking alone, downing
On WhatsApp, on his phone-everywhere. Total radio
heartbreak, slouched in his
rang, breaking
frowned. "Who the
got up and checked
No one there.
past midnight-so he didn't open the door. Instead,
to check the security
Not a
off. Maybe he was just
as soon as he left the office, the doorbell
Zane was sure he wasn't
kitchen-just in case-and crept to the
wind howling down the empty
there, scowling, then
lock clicked, he heard crying outside-soft, broken, not quite male
hair stood on end. Gritting his teeth, he yanked the door open again. Silence. The crying stopped
messing around? Show yourself!" he
Only the wind answered.
and headed to the bathroom,
cold splash
from the faucet, scalding his
Zane yelped,
water from his eyes and stared
What the ?
always set at 104°F (40°C). How did it get this
out, the temperature dropped right back to
Update Chapter 1203 of Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem by Elysia and Tarquin
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