My Baby's Daddy

Chapter 269 A Kiss and a Plot

It was seductive and hypnotic, and Anastasia was dumbfounded for a while.

Anastasia struggled as if her life depended on it, unwilling to lose her sense of self in those eyes. However, right then, the man was already reaching out greedily and touching her exquisite face. “Miss Tillman, it’s such a wonderful night. It will be a pity if we don’t do something romantic.”

Anastasia was in Elliot’s arms now, enveloped in his fragrance. She was invaded by the fiery light in the depths of his eyes, letting down her guard a little. She fought to get her sense of reason back and reached out to push him away.

However, in the next second, the man lowered his gaze and cut off all her chances of escape. He kissed her forcefully, his tongue exploring her mouth and stealing her sweet essence.

This is horrible! Anastasia thought, but she felt her determination wavering. She was also holding back when she pushed him just now. What’s going on?

Anastasia couldn’t help but curse her hesitation, which was why this man thought her a vulnerable victim. That was why he would take advantage of her in the corridor in the middle of the night. But this man’s kiss wasn’t something she hated.

sense of wonder and expectation. This man had dug out her hidden excitement and awakened

that burned Anastasia’s reasoning away. Some time later, in addition to their already loosely clothed bodies, the man’s more dangerous spot had startled Anastasia back to her senses. She would only permit one kiss,

struggled and finally broke free of him, then turned her back on him,

didn’t force her. He just leaned in close to her ear and spoke in his alluring voice. “Whatever we left off tonight, I will continue in my dreams.”Anastasia felt her mind explode. This man even wanted to dream of such things? When she turned around, only the

but

as she lay on the bed, and the kiss came to her mind as soon as she closed her eyes. Her body was heating

wrong with her? She went to sleep in a daze, and she could no longer differentiate dreams from reality. No matter what, she was blushing both in and

already late in the morning. She got out of bed in annoyance at the absence of her

guy fell in love with this patch of

Anastasia found a spot from where she could watch her son play soccer, and then she sipped her morning coffee as she watched her son run

drawn to the man in sports attire. He was wearing a gray top paired with black sweatpants. As he stood among the grass, he appeared large, mighty, and