Maxwell Peary raised an eyebrow. Why was Rabina stopping? Could it be that she was concerned he would tire himself out?
Oh! Maxwell’s heart suddenly blood, and he felt as if he were floating.
Nia Mitchell turned around and looked at Maxwell Peary seriously. She thought for a mont and then nodded solemnly.
"Maxwell, it would be better for you to get so rest."
Maxwell Peary broke into a broad smile at her words. That’s his wife for you.
"If you were to collapse from exhaustion, not only would we incur additional expenses, but it would also delay you from earning money."
Maxwell Peary: ...!!!
PUFF! He almost choked, feeling as if he were about to cough up blood. He froze on the spot. Damn this Rabina!!!
"Nia Mitchell, you’ve got so nerve! It’s true what they say: ’Let soone off the hook for three days, and they’ll be tearing the tiles off your roof!’ You’re really sothing."
Maxwell Peary reached out and lifted Nia Mitchell’s chin. Their eyes t, and Nia blinked her watery eyes.
"Wh... What?"
She stuttered, unconsciously trying to back away, but was immobilized because her chin was held tightly.
Maxwell Peary curled his lips. What a silly question she was asking.
"Do."
And so, the great CEO suddenly bent down and scooped Nia up into his arms.
"Ah! What are you doing?"
Wasn’t it just a tiny, tiny little joke? Why did he suddenly sweep into a princess carry?
"What do you think?"
With that, he carried her back into the house, up the stairs, and into the bedroom!
"Ah! Let down!"
Why was Maxwell Peary heading for that big gray bed? She didn’t want to, didn’t want to, didn’t want to!!!
"As you wish, Madam."
Maxwell Peary let go, and Nia landed on the soft, large bed. Then, Maxwell pressed down on her.
"Can you get up, please? You’re... you’re suffocating ."
Nia wore a pitiful expression, looking utterly wretched, hoping he would show so rcy and spare her this ti.
But would Maxwell do so?
He curled his lips, lowered his head, and sniffed her forehead.
"Do you want to be on... top?"
His voice was low and seductive. Nia would have to be an idiot not to understand what he ant, especially since she could already feel sothing hard pressing against her waist.
"Can we not? Didn’t we just... before dinner?"
She was a bit overwheld. She might die in bed at this rate!
Maxwell Peary shook his head. This was his perk; there was no way he was going to back down.
"Be good, just once."
He pressed her, coaxing gently. He had never been this patient in all his eight lifetis trying to persuade a young woman, he swore!
Nia shook her head, determined not to yield. Her lower back was still really sore.
"Maxwell... can you spare tonight, please? We... we can do it tomorrow night..."
Nia always believed in dodging the bullet if she could; tomorrow’s problems could wait for tomorrow.
Maxwell Peary took a deep breath. Looking at her lips, which were opening and closing, he eventually lost his restraint and leaned down to kiss her.
MPH...
Nia turned her head, trying to dodge him, but Maxwell Peary reached out and held her head in place.
Maxwell Peary gradually deepened the kiss, lightly biting her lip. His tongue gently pried open her soft lips, finding her small, sweet tongue to dance with his.
Nia instantly felt her entire body go limp. She could only lie on the bed as Maxwell Peary undid her clothes, having his way with her.
...
After a vigorous session, Nia was so tired she didn’t even want to open her eyes, her body held in Maxwell Peary’s embrace.
"How about... one more round?"
Maxwell Peary’s voice was raspy with the characteristic huskiness of post-coital bliss, and hearing it made Nia’s bones feel like jelly.
"No!"
When it ca to her, he’d seize any opportunity and never let go. He was so devious!
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