Chapter 208 Movements In The Jet
“Summer, I only told you to beg. I never said I’d agree.
Summer pouted. “Shameless businessman!”
“If I’m a shameless businessman, then what are you? The wife of a shameless businessman?”
The word “wife” caught Summer off guard for a second. She stared at Fraser’s profile, his sharp features softened by the warm lighting. He said it so naturally, like it was just a remark.
By the time she snapped out of it, Fraser was already carrying her toward the bed. In the next moment, he tossed her onto it. The mattress dipped under her weight, then bounced back, making her skirt flutter up. The straps slipped off her arms, revealing her smooth shoulders, which was seductive and alluring.
Fraser casually shrugged off his black shirt and tossed it to the floor before leaning down, his lips grazing her shoulder in a teasing bite. A shiver ran through Summer’s body, like an electric current sparking along her nerves.
She couldn’t help but let out a soft moan, until a faint scent of perfume drifted into her nose
A light, floral scent. She rarely wore perfume, so it wasn’t hers.
In an instant, Summer’s blood ran cold. Her misty eyes turned sharp and clear. She pressed both hands against his chest. stopping him from going any further. “Let go of me.”
Fraser didn’t stop, thinking it was just her being shy. His hand slipped beneath her skirt, the heat between them intensifying.
“Fraser, you go out and find women, then come back and touch me? Don’t you find that gross?”
Her voice was ice cold, instantly extinguishing the growing heat in the air. The look in Summer’s eyes was filled with pure disgust
Fraser froze at her words. Propping himself up with one hand beside her, he lowered his gaze, staring at her for a few seconds. Looking at her angry expression, he suddenly smirked wickedly. “As much as I’d like to, the plane would have to be able to handle the strength of my movements.”
Summer blinked.
She’d jumped to conclusions just from a scent. Fraser had just returned from Oblistan after a ten–hour flight. If he had been with another woman, it would’ve had to be on the plane. And there were other people on his private jet.
Imagining the aircraft shaking wildly midair like a tossed–around toy, even she couldn’t help but find it funny. “Then where did the scent on you come from?”
Fraser lifted his eyelids slightly, his deep voice carrying a trace of exasperation. “It’s the sandalwood scent from the plane. If you don’t believe me, I can take you there right now to check, so you don’t falsely accuse me out of jealousy.”
Summer didn’t blink. “I’m not jealous. Any woman would mind something like this”
“Sure, sure. You’re not jealous. You just mind that there were
were women around
Summer tilted her head. Why did that sound so wrong? Fraser’s hand slowly wandered over her body, and Summer’s face instantly turned red.
“You haven’t showered yet!”
by me!*
Fraser lowered his head and bit the delicate skin on her neck. “Are you disgusted by
Summer bit her lip, trying to hold back a sound. The next second, she blurted out, “I don’t like how you smell
Fraser looked down at her, amusement glinting in his eyes as he smirked. Under that gaze. Summer’s face turned even redder, practically dripping with embarrassment.
Chapter 201 Movements In The Jet
Summer’s breath hutched her whole body trembling “N–no
Finished
Driver’s gaze vodeneiland he asked seductively, “Since you don’t like ar, Summer, you need to leave year mark on me
Before she could protest, Fraser scooped her up and lazily carried her into the bathroom
Tosade, the showerhead sprayed do sa powerful stream of water, drenching them beath, Fraser didn’t let her gemmer’s Jack pressed against the cold tile wall, the crntrast of larat and chill overwhelming her senses
blend of water and steam, their breathic and warmila fused without a single gap between them.
Finally, the sandalwood scent on Fraser was gone. That shower lasted three hours. By the time they came out, Summer’s skin wav rovereil in visible marks
In her minil, she cursed Fraser that he was a beast, a couplete animal
Fraser, seemingly satisfied, picked up the hairdryer and patiently dried her darope, wavy hair
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