Chapter: 240
Sean, grappling with his restraint, managed to utter, “Norah, do you know who I am?"
Norah's response was a sultry whisper. "You, Sean."
His heart skipped a beat as he heard her seductive and endearing woman's voice quivering.
Enthralled, Sean pulled her close, sealing their connection with a fervent kiss. "Norah, you're mine!" he declared, his voice laced with possessiveness.
As night enveloped them, passion consumed the air, their bodies melding in a symphony of desire.
Their discarded clothes littered the floor from the living room to the bedroom, a testament to their fervent entanglement.
On the spacious bed, Sean held Norah by the waist, and his dark eyes were full of lust.
A hint of amazement flickered over his face as he entered her body, and then he descended into unbounded bliss.
Norah had a gorgeous face that was endearing and captivating. She wrapped her hands around his neck, and her drunken thoughts were filled only with happiness.
She repeatedly licked and kissed his Adam's apple, making Sean shake.
His large body enveloped Norah's small frame. She let out a little grunt.
The sex in the room had just ended as the sun rose in the east.
After the alarm clock blared its obnoxious tune, Norah, nursing her hangover, reached out groggily for her phone, only to brush against an arm instead. She felt the solid sinew of the arm and realized it belonged to a man.
This realization jolted her awake, prompting her to snap her eyes open, meeting the gaze of Sean, who was in the process of silencing her phone's alarm.
Sean, adorned with hickeys like trophies, regarded her with a hint of awkwardness.
“Off to work, huh? Why not take a day to recuperate?" Sean nonchalantly suggested, taking it upon himself to dictate Norah's schedule for the day.
Norah hesitated, taking a moment to register her state of undress before hastily grabbing the blanket to cover herself.
Meanwhile, Sean, also devoid of attire, sported a sun-kissed complexion, taut muscles, and an impressive eight-pack, a testament to his dedication to physical fitness.
Avoiding direct eye contact, Norah croaked out, "Mr. Scott, what brings you here? And what in heaven's name transpired between us Last night?"
Sean, far more composed than Norah, leisurely lit a cigarette, blowing smoke rings as he remarked, “Norah, you truly possess a lamentable memory. Shall I jog it for you?"
Casting a glance at Norah's exposed shoulder, Sean reminisced about the events of the previous night, realizing she was even more captivating than he had initially surmised.
Norah massaged her temples, gradually piecing together fragments of the night before. However, with each recollection, her complexion paled. She recalled being the instigator, and Sean, far from resisting, had eagerly acquiesced, leading them to the throes of passion.
Norah lay there, stunned into silence. Her overindulgence in drinks was now a source of profound regret. How could she have allowed herself to become so inebriated?
"Sean..." Norah began tentatively, struggling to find the right words.