Trouble in Paradise by Three Way

Chapter 0128

I said goodbye to Yasmine and, as stepped out, I tugged at my collar to loosen it. My steps were unsteady as I walked away. Upon seeing my condition, Nicholas driver he d over to support me, but I pushed him away and opened the back door myself. The man inside was lying back against the seat with his eyes closed, his Adam's apple moving unconsciously.

He seemed utterly exhausted, so much so that he didn't even react. to my presence. He was sleeping without his guard up.

"Mrs. Hawk, Mr. Hawk attended several meetings today. He rushed home in the afternoon, and now he's here to pick you up. Please don't mind him," the driver explained, gesturing for me to enter from the other side of the car.

I glanced back and saw Yasmine watching me with a worried expression from a distance. Not wanting her to worry, I ignored the driver's suggestion, bent down, and slipped into the car, all while pressing my body close to Nicholas. I straddled him, facing him, and grinned at the driver, signaling for him to close the door.

Recently, Nicholas and I had been living recklessly, so the driver wasn't surprised. After the door closed, the man beneath me

fluttered his eyelashes.

When he opened his eyes in the dim light, his pitch-black pupils were revealed.

He smiled helplessly, patting me lightly on the bottom. Then he closed his eyes again, his voice raspy and sensual when he asked, "

But you have fun?

my lips chilly, breathing

he replied, lifting a

seating it fight

gently bit his lip, nibbling and sucking on it is breath bitch, and with our noses almost touching, the space filled with the sound of our intimate exchanges, blurring

I let out a startled cry. He loosened his grip, wrapping his arms tightly around

button on the ceiling to question the driver, but i

a soft, aggrieved voice close

my eyes were slightly red The scent of alcohol lingered between us. Thadn't felt drunk while drinking, but now I

my back a few times, and just those

content with just the warmth between us. His

tilted his head slightly, his tongue brushing

to complain. You riled her up, left the mess for me to clean up, and

my arms around his neck and said, "I'm just worried you'll blame me. After all, we've been married for so many years, and I've

on a hint of desire as he uttered,

tight, and his voice

you hear such