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Gwendolyn opened her eyes abruptly and met his reddened eyes. The fiery desire in his eyes was burning increasingly brighter at that moment.

Gwendolyn opened her eyes abruptly and met his reddened eyes. The fiery desire in his eyes was burning increasingly brighter at that moment.

“Say it quickly, or I'll stop.”

As of then, she was not doing any better than him either and thought she would feel very uncomfortable if he stopped when they were already at that stage.

With that in mind, she slid her hands to his neck and whispered, “I want you.”

“Who do you want?” The man smiled mischievously and asked again, “Tell me. Who?”

Gwendolyn could not be bothered about her pride anymore.

Anyhow, she reckoned it was not only her who was excited. He was certainly in the same boat as her.

“I want Patrick Lowen. Patrick—”

Before she could speak further, the man took her right there and then.

More than an hour later, Patrick held the petite woman in his arms, his long fingers caressing her dainty face.

“Gwen, let's do it one more time.”

Gwendolyn quickly refused. “No! With your condition, you're not allowed to do it again.”

She should not have let what had transpired earlier happen, but she did not feel like herself then.

Not to mention, she was hot and bothered, and she was sure Patrick was in the same situation as her.

Fortunately, he was fine, and she was also very pleased.

Patrick chuckled softly.

We still have a long

now. Now that my scent lingered on her, she'll never be able to get away from me

Patrick held Gwendolyn tighter in his

that thought, Patrick held Gwendolyn tighter in his

will take the kids to visit my

she was exhausted and sleepy. Such an activity would consume a lot of energy

a grunt, she

next morning and woke up naturally. Because her phone

tired. My legs are sore. No, every part of my body

side of her neck. Her eyes were dim with sleep as she looked

realize it was

seemed that she was harboring a different

chest with her hands, she trotted into his walk-in closet. Staring at the rows of white shirts, she slid her fingers over

clothes she wore last night could no longer

over her crotch. Hence,

his shirt, Gwendolyn walked down

she swiveled her eyes around, wondering if he had gone

some noises from the kitchen. Tilting her head to the

orderly manner at the counter, Gwendolyn smiled before

you making breakfast, Mr.

mind. At that time, she had to cook breakfast and dinner for him every day. Back then, he was

eat the breakfast he made one day. That

held her

he said, “You're up. You must be hungry,

After their vigorous exercise last night, it only made sense that she was

just made and said, “You can