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 for a

crossed a line by touching his butt. Maybe there was an unspoken rule about not touching the boss's butt. Damn her

downplay it. "It was just a little touch. Don't tell me you've

a meaningful look, his gaze lingering for a moment

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

Joy was shocked.

such a talent in

you had to guess, who would you think

pointed a finger,

the company that Mia had a thing for Austin and hadn't given up on him. It seemed perfectly reasonable that

cursed at me for ten

el.n

struck me with lightning if she could. Claimed she had connections, everywhere

The

kissing me, wanting to taste my lips. Called me a heartless capitalist if I refused,