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Chapter 57 Not Out Here

Imogen’s heart fluttered as soft, warm lips pressed against hers.

Troy’s mouth sucked at her lips, leaving them reddened and abused.

His tongue forced its way through her teeth, seeking the sweetness in her mouth.

Imogen’s hands found their way to his shoulders, her fingers caressing the neat stubble on the back of his neck as she eagerly responded to his kiss.

Their breaths mingled together.

Heavy pants filled the enclosed space of the car.

Troy’s breath was hot. His hand couldn’t help but slide down along her curves.

Imogen snapped back to reality and raised her hand to stop him, her voice muffled. “No, not outside.”

Reluctantly, Troy stopped his actions, sucking on Imogen’s lips again before pulling away slowly. A thin, glistening thread of saliva broke between them, falling onto their collars, adding to the intimate atmosphere in the small car.

Troy took a deep breath, quickly started the car, and gripped the steering wheel with his slender fingers.

Halfway through the ride, Imogen looked out the window at the street scene and realized they were not headed to the hospital.

“Aren’t we going back to the hospital?”

Troy turned to Imogen with a faint smile. “We’re going home tonight. We’ll go to the hospital tomorrow morning.”

“Okay.”

The car drove into Galaxy Villa and stopped in the yard.

Troy unbuckled his seatbelt, loosened his collar, and leaned eagerly toward Imogen, holding her lips and licking, nibbling, tongues entwining, saliva mixing, their breaths entwining.

He reached over to unbuckle Imogen’s seatbelt, pulling her onto his lap, one hand against her head while the other ventured beneath her skirt.

“Um… Uh…”

pressing

With closed eyes, Imogen held tightly to his shirt collar, cheeks burning, breath heavy, gasping for

air.

Troy’s scorching kisses trailed from her earlobes down across her neck and collarbones, tearing open her collar.

The heat made her body tremble.

In the midst of their passionate embrace, a knock on the car window startled them. “Mr. Marshall, why aren’t you coming in?”

It was Sue’s voice.

Imogen and Troy snapped back to reality and looked at each other.

Troy responded with a hoarse voice, “I will soon.”

He helped Imogen straighten her clothes, his eyes still blazing. “To the room?”

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Chapter 57 Not Out Here

“Uh–huh.”

Blushing, Imogen nodded.

a word, they both got out of the

“Mrs. Marshall

“Yes.”

puzzled as they entered the living room one after the

both entered

his head to kiss her, his

turned crimson, her hands on Troy’s shoulders, her body burning, eyes closed as she responded

against Imogen’s body, quickly removing her clothes and carrying her

straddled Imogen’s thighs on both knees, swiftly shedding his

lips landed on her earlobe, which

neck, to

her, unhooked her bra, and tossed

“Uh… Be gentle…”

eyes, feeling as if her mind was adrift

help herself, arching her

room was filled with

haphazardly on the

were the sounds of a man’s and a woman’s

Troy

belt,

“Okay…”

could only follow

a cell phone ring

pushed Troy away

replied, “Don’t worry about it. Let’s

phone rang for

seconds later, it

Imogen, picked up his suit jacket from the floor, took out the

the person on

I understand. I’ll be

his clothes back on, grabbed his coat, and told

Not Out

herself with the blanket and propped herself

paused while straightening his

Sarah? Does she need you

faded when she saw Troy remain

“Sarah’s missing.”

call the police. Or send someone to look for

Sarah waiting for him

for her to be alone. I have

her first. I promise you, once I find her, I’ll

felt a sharp pain

A worrying mess.

Sarah used to call Troy. Imogen could see it clearly, but

couldn’t..

eyes, Sarah couldn’t

He wouldn’t come back.

in her heart that he wouldn’t return once Troy

you to go. Please don’t leave,” Imogen said, biting her lip and

“Imogen, don’t be unreasonable.”

promised Grandpa? Or did you just want to make Grandpa

would rush to her

a husband whom another woman could take away

you. I didn’t make any commitments. And this is a life–or–death situation.

serious, showing impatience. He turned

slammed shut with a

onto the