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.”

his foot. He lowered her onto the couch in the room,

his broad chest

first place because I liked that you weren’t one who enjoyed meaningless quarrels.

But she still wore a smile on her face to conceal it. “Mr.

up any trace of unwillingness

thought of dealing with Oscar Clinton was completely overtaken by

warning, gently placing her on the bed before climbing up

when the bed stopped creaking and their heavy panting

against his chest, inhaling his distinct masculine scent. She failed to conceal the weariness in her eyes for her body was

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