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

to mention Justin, Christian, and those young guys in the office. Joyce pushed Luther out of the way with a disgusted look on her face. She grabbed the

were being poked with millions of silver needles at the same time, and there was cold sweat on her back. She bit

asked, stood up, and went to the aisle, waiting for Joyce to step out. sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FɪndNøvel.ɴᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of

gritted her teeth and took a step

her surprise, she just made it to the aisle when suddenly her

and now he was dragged along by Joyce right toward the

fell straight into his arms

she was

she cursed, it was

was deliberately seducing him. Because in his eyes, she was just a scheming woman with no

had not yet

the door to get out, leaving the two of

Luther spoke coldly, his voice hoarse. If she didn't get up, the desire he had

had no idea where she should put her arms, so she could only