Knowing she had inadvertently annoyed Jas Black, Jane Sampson acknowledged with a soft hum, the epito of obedience.
Recently, he was the one holding the financial power, and when it was ti to comply, she simply had to follow daddy Black’s lead.
Jane stretched out her arms to wrap around Jas Black’s fit waist, rubbing her face lazily against his chest while yawning. The room’s light was already off, so the inside of the room was sowhat dim.
Jane couldn’t quite make out Jas’s face, but his scent filled her breaths.
Perhaps it was the warmth of his embrace at this mont, so warm that it stirred sothing in her heart.
Jane lifted her head, wriggled her body, and pursed her lips, about to steal a kiss from Jas, when suddenly, the room light snapped on, accompanied by Jas’s rebuke, "Stop wriggling around like a worm and lie still!"
With her lips still puckered up for the attempted kiss, the sudden light left her frozen in place, dumbfounded; anwhile, Jas Black, who rebuked her, was now less than five centiters away from her.
Caught in the act of an attempted stolen kiss.
Was she shaless?
Jane puffed her cheeks, trying to disguise her little action, her gaze drifting around, careful not to keep looking straight at Jas. Just as she was about to grab the quilt to cover herself, she suddenly felt a warmth on her cheek, and upon looking up, Jas’s kiss had already landed.
He kissed her cheek first, then moved to the corner of her mouth for another, before gently pecking her lips.
After kissing Jane Sampson, Jas Black lay back down on the pillow, chuckling softly, and tenderly rubbed her head with his broad palm, his voice laced with an unmistakable indulgence, "In the future, if you want a kiss, you don’t have to sneak around."
Jane felt as though she was floating, vaguely hearing what Jas said—yet not quite hearing it at all—but still she instinctively nodded.
Jas’s palm had now moved from her head to her waist, resting there lightly. Jane moved and slipped one hand across his waist, then tightly hugged it, rubbing her face against his chest once more.
Jas freed one hand to turn off the lamp. With the inside of the room darkened again, he could no longer see the little kitten-like person in his arms. He tugged at the quilt, covering Jane’s chest that was seeking the cool air, and then held her once more.
In this world, there always seems to be that one person who makes you relax your standards without a condition.
That notorious temper of yours? It never really shows up in front of her.
An inexplicable relationship.
Jas thought that perhaps this was the special treatnt that a man is born to have for his wife.
Just as he had for Jane Sampson.
That sleep was extrely peaceful for Jane.
Not having the word "work" looming large over her forehead, she slept until she naturally awoke.
Upon opening her eyes, the first thing Jane felt was the weighty hand on her waist, and turning her head toward the owner of the hand, she saw Jas was already awake and looking at her.
"Good morning!" Jane said with a smile to Jas, then, feeling guilty, stealthily started to withdraw her leg that was resting on his thigh.
Jas hugged her tightly, so her waking position was half atop him, and one leg, unbeknownst to her, had found its way onto his body.
Jane felt quite embarrassed; her sleeping posture never used to be so wild before.
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