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."

timely squeezed his hand that was already on her waist, "Get

and those young guys

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

waiting for Joyce to step out. sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FɪndNøvel.ɴᴇt

Joyce gritted her teeth and took

made it to the aisle when suddenly her feet went weak and her whole body

and now he was dragged along by Joyce right toward the row

straight into his

was throwing herself into his

it

have thought she was deliberately seducing him. Because in his eyes, she was just a scheming woman with

yet

door to

spoke coldly, his voice hoarse. If she didn't get up,

she should put her arms,