Oscar’s knocks gradually became heavier and furious. “Amelia Winters, open the door!” he commanded.

It wasn’t until he knocked ten consecutive times that the door finally clicked open from the inside.

Amelia, dressed only in a bathrobe, was standing behind the door, her hair wet and her cheeks slightly flushed. She was, needless to say, a picture-perfect example of temptation.

Oscar’s eyes darkened with desire in a blink of an eye. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed and scrutinized her from head to toe.

Amelia noticed the difference in his behavior, yet she remained distant when she spoke. “Mr. Clinton, I’m tired.”

lowered her onto the couch

broad chest and replied, “Nothing. I’m

who enjoyed meaningless quarrels. If you’re now learning to

it in her stomach. But she still wore a smile on her face to conceal it. “Mr. Clinton, you don’t have to keep reminding me. I know it better than anyone

pick up any trace of unwillingness or pretense

dealing with Oscar Clinton was completely overtaken by her yearning to go to bed. She closed her eyes

her on the

stopped creaking and their heavy panting gradually

his chest, inhaling his distinct masculine scent. She failed to conceal the

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