Secrets Of The Neglected Wife: When Her True Colors Shine

Chapter 321: Allison rarely felt this at ease, but she couldnt deny a spark of curiosity.

Mr.

Lloyd, where did you learn to do this? The way he moved was almost professional.

His pressure was steady, deliberate, and remarkably precise.

When my grandmother was in the nursing home, Kellan answered evenly.

She wasnt in the best health, so I picked up a few techniques to make her more comfortable.

He spoke casually, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

If the pressure is too much, please let me know, he added, his tone gentle.

Besides her, youre the only other person Ive ever done this for.

This is perfect, thank you, Allison murmured, savoring the moment.

She almost wanted to compliment him furtherthe massage was, in every sense, exceptional.

But considering it was Kellan who had put her in pain to begin with, she felt it only fair to let him soothe it away.

Her body gradually loosened under his touch as she shifted her focus back to the auction.

Earlier, when she made her initial bid, a few others had tried to drive up the price, but it hadnt escalated muchlikely just testing her resolve.

As she reflected, a different sensation crept over her skin.

It started with a subtle, comforting warmth, but soon it shifted into something more… stimulating.

fabric of her dress, she could feel the broad palm of his hand gently

slightly rough, pressed

carried by the waves

slightly, her eyes still fixed on

composed, her

hands were

was something else in the way he

long, defined fingers seemed to both serve her and dominate her, as if making it clear that

section was open, and the front teemed with

the CEO of the Lloyd Group, with all his power and authority,

their journey, teasing,

this spot all right? His deep voice

but her breath had already

gently pressing down on her lower

lighting in the back row flickered uncertainly, casting

corner, it would be all too easy to

started to

more,

Darkness swallowed everything.

then she felt ithis hand tightening around her waist, pulling her

Ms.

he whispered against her mouth,

the pitch black, with sight stolen from her, every other sense sharpened

was raw and consuming, a

a faint

close, and as his grip on her waist

as the darkness had