My Four Miraculous Treasures

Chapter 425

"Must I carry you inside?" Jasper's eyes, dark as a starless night, flicked over to regard her.

Willow hesitated a moment longer, and then clambered aboard. She knew a death threat when she heard one. When she was halfway inside, Jasper seized her by the hips and hauled her over onto his lap.

This caught her by surprise. She felt powerfully muscled legs beneath her, as well as a searing heat that his tailored slacks did little to contain.

His overwhelming masculine sex appeal instantly left her paralyzed and overheating.

"Sir, please don't..." Willow stammered, in fright and embarrassment. She noticed Tyson Ward sitting right there in the driver's seat, ahead. The thought of Jasper manhandling her like this, in Tyson's presence, was so mortifying that she flushed red from head to toe.

With a whirring sound, a partition board rose up, hiding the back seat from the view of the front, and transforming it into a much more enclosed and claustrophobic space.

It also formed a soundproof barrier.

Clutching her jaw with one big hand, he hoisted her up to face him, his eyes glinting with cold light.

Willow's face was warmed by a genuine blush, the satin-smooth skin upon her forehead speckled with fine beads of sweat. Damp hair cascaded off one shoulder. Her lips were the color of temptation. Flushed and moist as she was, one could certainly believe she'd just come out of the bath.

Jasper grit his teeth, his handsome features cold and fearsome. "Fresh from the bath, are you?"

stepped out from

better start telling the truth!" Jasper snarled

those frigid, baleful eyes. Her

babbling frantically, "I just came

Jasper's eyes narrowed dangerously.

"It's true! Her kid just won a contest in, er... well, some sort of eating contest! She invited me

we

of time! Seeing how late it was already, I decided to stay the night! If you don't believe me, I'll give her a call so that

a whole bundle of tightly strung nerves. Her ruse should have been impeccable! She'd made it here in half an hour, just

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out through

without a hitch; how was it that

to skewer her in place. His features were breath-takingly handsome and fearsome in equal measure. With his low, suave

his lap-it was much too precarious

her slender waist. "You'll

in terror,