Hold My Tear, I’m Getting My Wife Back!

Last time, she was a bit out of it, so she didn't really get into the moment. Truth be told, Austin's kissing skills were quite impressive, and she found herself quite enjoying the experience. So much so, that when he tried to pull back, she wasn't ready to let it end. Joy playfully wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him back down for another kiss.

Austin paused for a moment but then, with a supportive hand at the back of her head and the other encircling her waist, he drew her closer into his embrace.

This kiss was deeper, more passionate. Joy, getting carried away, found her courage growing. Her hands wandered, giving his toned waist a playful squeeze before sliding further down.

"Nice butt," she remarked with satisfaction.

Austin stopped, releasing her and leaning back with his hands on the table, chuckling quietly, "Joy, how many guys' butts have you touched to compare?"

"Just yours," she replied without a second thought.

His expression clearly showed his disbelief. "You're this good on your first try?"

"Touching a butt doesn't require practice. Isn't that what hands are for?" Joy retorted.

speechless

if she had crossed a line by touching his butt. Maybe there was an unspoken rule

she tried to downplay it. "It was just a little touch. Don't tell me you've never been touched

a meaningful look, his gaze lingering for a moment

ours got drunk and barged into my room

Joy was shocked.

talent in our company? Who

guess, who would you think it is?"

hesitation, Joy pointed a

for Austin and hadn't given up on him. It seemed perfectly reasonable that she'd lose control after a few drinks. Austin smirked cryptically,

at me for

el.n

calling me every name under the sun, saying she'd struck me with lightning if she could. Claimed she had connections, everywhere

heart sank. The

heartless capitalist if I refused, and I when det her, she took it further,