The Wrong Woman

Mila leaned into him, her foot gracefully crossing over his thigh as she settled onto Nathan's lap.

Nathan's body tensed abruptly. The momentum of his kiss halted. Mila's hands found their place around his neck, her hips slowly rising until they brushed against his sensitive area.

A surge of electricity coursed through Nathan's limbs, his heart thundering and his muscles stiffening. An immediate response ignited within him.

Suppressing the overwhelming desire, Nathan pushed her face away, his brow creasing in anguish and his demeanor turning stern. "Didn't we agree on no seduction?"

Milas cheeks flushed crimson as she shyly murmured, “I didn't mean to."

Nathan gripped her slender waist firmly, exerting pressure downward, and drawing them closer together. “Then what is this?"

Feeling a twinge of discomfort from the pressure, Mila blushed and stumbled over her words. "I-It's just an accident.”

Nathan drew in a deep breath, feeling as though he was teetering on the edge of losing control.

“You're quite the provocateur.” Nathan's voice was husky and low, his defenses crumbling in the face of the boiling desire, and an insatiable yearning building within him.

her gaze, her

him, his breath ragged while his

was too forward, and Nathan found himself powerless to resist. At that moment, all his principles and restraint dissolved into

shyly, meeting his intense gaze, and whispered,

single word escaped Nathan's

longed to unleash all his pent-up energy and passion upon her. Countless

hands tenderly encircled his neck, inexperienced

drove Nathan to

were heavy and labored, and his lips

the nearby sofa, away from the

was then that Mila noticed how snugly his pants clung to him as

me." Nathan's voice, husky and low, murmured, “I'll go get some

Nathan rose to

followed suit and gripped his hand.