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...”
name, over and over, each time like
fluttering shut, waiting for him to show her
repeating her name, as if he
waited, then finally
looking down at her, grinning that lazy, devil-may-care grin that made him so infuriatingly
desperate, huh?"
once. She pushed at his chest, trying to shove
way! I'm done
really about to lose her cool, and quickly changed
who can't take it! If you keep holding out on me, your poor husband's
pinned them above her head, and
grew hot, rippling
else, though, not everyone was having
was drinking alone, downing whiskey like water-all because of
blocked him. On WhatsApp, on his
boy for heartbreak, slouched in his chair,
doorbell suddenly rang,
"Who
answer. He got up and
No one there.
didn't open
check
a
it off. Maybe
he left the office,
Zane was sure he
fruit knife from the kitchen-just in case-and crept
wind howling down
stood there, scowling,
outside-soft, broken, not quite
end. Gritting his teeth, he yanked the door open again. Silence. The crying stopped
messing around? Show yourself!" he yelled
Only the wind answered.
and headed
desperate for a cold splash
water blasted from the
Zane yelped, jumping
wiped water from his eyes and stared at
What the ?
always set at 104°F (40°C). How did
out, the temperature
Update Chapter 1203 of Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem by Elysia and Tarquin
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