Ambush of the Quadruplets: Stay Away From This Woman

The next morning, Emmeline woke up in Abel’s embrace.

As she opened her eyes, she was greeted by the sight of his chiseled and handsome face. A night of passion had left a hint of stubble on his firm jawline, adding to his already irresistible allure.

Emmeline reached out and softly stroked his sexy chin, savoring the feel of his rough whiskers against her fingertips.

Suddenly, Abel opened his eyes.

“There’s danger ahead,” he said in a low, husky voice. “Don’t tempt me, don’t you know it’s morning?”

“Ah!” Emmeline let out a small cry and pulled her hand back, ready to get up.

“Trying to escape?” Abel rolled over and pinned her down, holding her hands above her head.

“Last night you said,” Emmeline blushed, “that since we’re not married, you wouldn’t touch me.”

“What, you mean I can’t even touch you?” Abel teased. “I never said I wasn’t going to try.”

“You’re so annoying!” Emmeline blushed even more and hid her face in the crook of his arm.

“So you’re really hoping I’ll take it to the next level?” Abel chuckled. “Well, I guess I can’t disappoint you.”

“No, don’t!” Emmeline protested. “You don’t want to start a fight so early in the morning, do you?”

Abel’s mischievous eyes narrowed as he spoke in a low, husky voice. “What kind of fight are we talking about? I seem to remember you saying you’re quite skilled in martial

was both embarrassed and indignant, her cheeks turning bright red. “Stop

not inappropriate,” Abel protested. “I’m young and fun. And by the way, don’t call me Abel. It

should I call you

times do I have to tell you?” Abel nibbled on

hesitated, still unable to bring herself

Husband?

It sounded so cheesy.

you afraid that calling me ‘husband’ is a bit

feeling the weight of the

nibbled on her ear, “Or do you want me to get serious? Don’t you feel how hard I am

feeling his arousal press against her. She couldn’t

blurted out, not caring about how ridiculous

she slipped

leaping off the bed with a grin

was trapped, with no place to escape as Abel had already caught

let’s go wash up,”

finally relaxed

enveloping her in his

in the reflection, with the

snuggled against his broad and

she leaned into him even

her hair, satisfied