Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

“Do you like it?”

Charlotte kissed his ear as she started pulling his shirt.

Why is he wearing a f*cking robe? His back is completely covered, and I can’t take it off easily!

“I do…”

Zachary turned around to cup her face as he passionately kissed her. He then pinned her on the bed.

“Mm…” Charlotte twisted her body uneasily as her weak hands tried to remove his clothes. She wanted to peek at his back, but no matter what she did, she could not take off that robe on him.

How annoying!

“I’ll do it myself.”

With that said, Zachary took off his bathrobe and threw it aside before his body pressed on hers again.

Just as Charlotte was craning her neck to catch a glimpse of his back, he turned off the lights.

“Why did you turn off the lights?” Charlotte exclaimed.

“We can be more immersed in the moment when it’s dark.” Zachary bit her ears and locked his fingers with hers. “Look at me.”

Her head subconsciously turned upon hearing his words. In the dark, he was a ferocious beast with glowing eyes and overwhelming lust.

that very second, she suddenly thought about the night four years ago as well as

then, this was how Gigolo

eyes were

that it must

Zachary’s heated

started to immerse

a night of ecstasy. The moon seeped through the window and cast a shadow

melded together to form

and thoughts away

blank;

she reached her peak, Charlotte subconsciously murmured,

as if was punishing her and did not allow her to say anything

must be something wrong with

domineering corporate leader. Instead,

was his other identity, he figured it was pointless to be

started moving when the sunlight filtered through the paneled windows

eyes, turned around, and

of rest, she finally crawled out of the

realized the curtains

who was outside would have seen

panic, she hurriedly grabbed the bathrobe on the floor