This man, has he no sha?
"Don’t ss around, there are a lot of people passing by here. If you touch , I... I’ll call for help!"
"Call for help? Do you want them to see your wonderful performance? Should I call Oliver Johnson to co over as well?"
"Are you threatening ?"
"I’m serious." With a slight exertion, he pulled her onto his lap. The last two tis, he was the one who ignited the fire inside him, but she would just leave.
He skillfully unbuttoned her clothes, his thin lips covering hers.
"Asher Land,..." her body couldn’t help but tremble slightly at his teasing.
As he said, her body was indeed too sensitive, and those places were firmly grasped by him.
His kisses grew deeper as his hands restlessly road over her.
Her body beca limp like water, powerlessly clinging to him.
She sotis felt pathetic, knowing she didn’t want to do such things with him, yet once he teased her, her body started to lose control.
He was a master in matters of love, able to play her like a fiddle.
Suddenly, a phone ringtone interrupted the ambiguous, chaotic atmosphere.
She picked up the phone; it was Oliver Johnson calling, but at this mont, she couldn’t answer.
As she was about to hang up, Asher Land snatched the phone and pressed the answer button.
"You..." Sophie Smith glared at him. Was he deliberately trying to embarrass her?
"Miss Smith, where are you now?" Oliver Johnson’s voice on the other end sounded sowhat worried.
Asher Land snorted coldly. It seed their relationship wasn’t that good; he still called her Miss Smith, which sounded distant.
"I, I’m at..." She thought about it but still couldn’t think of a lie.
"Are you okay? President Land didn’t do anything to you, right?"
Did she need an outsider to intervene in whether he did anything to her?
His large hand suddenly exerted force, kneading the softness on her chest.
"Mmm..." Sophie Smith was caught off guard; her body naturally reacted with a soft moan.
She was startled and quickly covered the phone’s receiver.
Any mature man would know her reaction ca from a particular circumstance.
Oliver Johnson gripped the phone tightly, unable to find words to describe the mixture of feelings in his heart. If he had to say, it was heartache.
Not long ago, Asher Land had said sothing; he wasn’t stupid, he surely understood his aning.
Did he just want to inform him that Sophie was his woman?
At the very least, her body belonged to him.
Oliver Johnson took a deep breath from his heart, trying not to think about the intimate things they might be doing now.
"Are you alright?"
"Mr. Johnson, I’m fine, thank you for your concern." With that, she quickly hung up the phone.
"Why? Not going to say a few more words?" He had a smug smile on his lips.
How could she say anything with him like this?
"Alright, since you’re not speaking, let’s just do it." He guided her small hand to unbuckle his belt, and Sophie instinctively withdrew her hand.
She knew what he wanted, but she really couldn’t fulfill his desires.
After all, she was now pregnant, how could she do such things with him?
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