Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

“Do you like it?”

Charlotte kissed his ear as she started pulling his shirt.

Why is he wearing a f*cking robe? His back is completely covered, and I can’t take it off easily!

“I do…”

Zachary turned around to cup her face as he passionately kissed her. He then pinned her on the bed.

“Mm…” Charlotte twisted her body uneasily as her weak hands tried to remove his clothes. She wanted to peek at his back, but no matter what she did, she could not take off that robe on him.

How annoying!

“I’ll do it myself.”

With that said, Zachary took off his bathrobe and threw it aside before his body pressed on hers again.

Just as Charlotte was craning her neck to catch a glimpse of his back, he turned off the lights.

“Why did you turn off the lights?” Charlotte exclaimed.

“We can be more immersed in the moment when it’s dark.” Zachary bit her ears and locked his fingers with hers. “Look at me.”

Her head subconsciously turned upon hearing his words. In the dark, he was a ferocious beast with glowing eyes and overwhelming lust.

suddenly thought about the night four years ago as well as that time in the car by

this was how

were exactly

was sure that it must be

Zachary’s heated breath crept into her heart.

to immerse

window and

breathing melded together to form

the worries and thoughts away from Charlotte’s

made her mind turn blank; all she could

she reached her peak, Charlotte subconsciously murmured,

took over Zachary’s body; he frowned. He bit her lips as if was punishing her and did not allow her to say anything

wrong with this woman’s

domineering corporate leader. Instead, she longs

identity, he figured it was pointless to be

sprawled on the bed, deep in dreamland. She only started moving when the sunlight filtered through the paneled

rubbed her eyes, turned around,

of rest, she finally crawled out of the bed

she realized the curtains

was

the floor to