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.

the night four years ago as well as that time in the

how Gigolo looked at

were

sure that it must

Zachary’s heated breath crept into her

eyes, she started to

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

heavy breathing melded together to form

wiped the worries and thoughts

intensity and mania made her mind turn blank; all she could do was lean

she reached her peak, Charlotte subconsciously murmured,

over Zachary’s body; he frowned. He bit her lips as if was punishing her and

be something wrong with this woman’s

an almighty and domineering corporate

identity, he figured it was pointless

the bed, deep in dreamland. She only started moving when the sunlight

eyes, turned around,

bout of rest, she finally crawled out

then that she realized the curtains were not

no! Anyone who was outside would

grabbed the bathrobe on the floor to cover herself