Crystal's One Night of Love

Chapter 91 Let Me Teach You

Henry leaned forward and kissed Crystal, his technique so refined that he tamed the woman immediately. She wrapped her arms around his neck and let him continue.

After a while, the man teased her, “How am I supposed to go in if you don’t let go of me, Miss Winters?”

It was a mere sentence, but he had said it in such a suggestive way.

Crystal’s cheeks flushed, but she couldn’t lash out.

“What do you think?” she asked softly, still holding onto him.

Henry took off his coat and walked in to take a look. He was visibly surprised by Crystal’s taste. To him, the interior looked as though a professional had designed it.”

“You chose all this by yourself?”

“Yes. Do you like it?”

Henry carried her and strode toward Morning Dew.

He then placed her on top of it.

The woman felt uneasy with the cold piano underneath her and such an alluring man standing before her. She had heard that some men enjoyed doing it on top of a piano.

Henry caressed her cheek.

not? Play me a song,

had gotten the wrong idea. Am I actually more desperate than he is? No way! She refused to acknowledge it and

looked stunning while

looked especially slender as she wore a long, white dress, and her posture was

stood behind watched

Crystal had finished playing a piece, she turned around and wanted to say something, only to see the

readily accepted his gesture. Their movements grew increasingly bolder to the point

sound of the keys being pressed snapped

pleaded, her hands pushing against his chest and her

her face. “You don’t like doing

too embarrassed

delicate fingers on his belt to unbuckle it. Yet, she made no progress despite spending such

watched her with a darkened gaze before putting his large palms

“Let me teach you.”

she was then carried into the bedroom right

gentle tonight, guiding her every step of the way and allowing her to

so exhausted that she leaned against him and refused to budge. Her brown,

headboard

man looked incredibly

to her. “Come with me to a banquet tomorrow night,” he said tenderly. “It’s hosted by one of my seniors whose house we

Joshua Quinn?