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

wondered if she had crossed a line by touching his butt. Maybe there was an unspoken rule about not touching the boss's butt. Damn her adventurous right

ear, she tried to downplay it. "It was just a little touch. Don't tell me

her a meaningful look, his gaze lingering for a moment before he straightened

team building, a female colleague of ours got drunk and barged into my room

Joy was shocked.

have such a talent in our company? Who

you had to guess, who would you think it

pointed a finger,

given up on him. It seemed perfectly

me for ten

el.n

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

heart sank. The words sounded eerily

to taste my lips. Called me a heartless capitalist