You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Luther resumed his seat and saw her good-looking eyebrows furrowed deeply, and she seemed to be in pain.

So he put his hands over her long, slender legs and tried to help her knead them.

Today she wore a dress with lightweight fabric, and when he touched her skin, he could even feel the heat from her body. His hand gently trembled, and could not help but stroke back and forth a few times. He thought about how he was sleeping on her lap. No wonder it was so soft and comfortable.

It was as smooth as silk satin, delicate and soft. When he felt her tight, he felt his body having a reaction...

Gradually, the hand kneading her tight was now going in the wrong direction...

Joyce's legs were still numb and she did not feel any better. She stared at Luther in disbelief. What was he doing? She could not even stand up, and he still wanted to take advantage of her?

And, with his hands, he was getting over the top.

His breathing was no longer even but abnormally disorganized.

"Stop."

on her waist, "Get your hands off

was repeatedly enchanted by her, not to mention Justin, Christian, and those young guys in the office. Joyce pushed Luther out of the way with a disgusted look on

needles at the same time, and there was cold sweat on her back. She

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Joyce gritted her teeth and took

suddenly her feet went weak and her whole body fell forward, straight into

firmly, and now he was dragged along by Joyce right toward

fell straight into his

like she was

it

thing was that this arrogant man must have thought she was deliberately seducing him. Because in his eyes, she was just a

the driver, who had not yet left the bus, also saw

to be calm and opened the door to get out, leaving

up, the desire he had just managed to suppress would

idea where she should put her arms, so she could only