Too Much To Bear My Love

Oscar’s knocks gradually became heavier and furious. “Amelia Winters, open the door!” he commanded.

It wasn’t until he knocked ten consecutive times that the door finally clicked open from the inside.

Amelia, dressed only in a bathrobe, was standing behind the door, her hair wet and her cheeks slightly flushed. She was, needless to say, a picture-perfect example of temptation.

Oscar’s eyes darkened with desire in a blink of an eye. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed and scrutinized her from head to toe.

Amelia noticed the difference in his behavior, yet she remained distant when she spoke. “Mr. Clinton, I’m tired.”

door shut with the back of his foot. He lowered her onto the couch in the room, his large, calloused hand caressing her soft cheeks. “Why

on his broad chest and replied, “Nothing. I’m just tired,

silently. “It better be. I’d picked you in the first place because I liked that you weren’t one who enjoyed meaningless quarrels. If

felt like it had dropped into a black hole, sinking so deep she could feel it in her stomach. But she still wore a smile on her face to conceal it. “Mr. Clinton, you don’t have to keep reminding me. I know it better than anyone else that our marriage’s merely

pick up any trace of unwillingness or pretense on her face. “That’s good

Oscar Clinton was completely overtaken by her yearning to go to bed. She

her without warning, gently placing her on the bed before climbing

stopped creaking and

distinct masculine scent. She failed to conceal the weariness