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.”

and kicked the 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 are you

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

first place because I liked that you weren’t one who enjoyed meaningless quarrels. If you’re now learning to put up airs with me,

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 a transaction. I’m not delusional. I love your money, you enjoy my body, and occasionally I’ll

to pick up any trace of unwillingness or pretense on her

completely overtaken by her

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

the bed stopped creaking and

against his chest, inhaling his distinct masculine scent. She failed to conceal the weariness in her eyes for her body was worn