NovelEnglish“We have a meeting in half an hour. We’ll leave after it concludes.”
Millie was taken aback. Despite his high fever, he insisted on conducting a meeting.
After Millie concluded her tidying, Marcus caught her wrist with his ivory fingers, imploring, “I have a throbbing headache. Could you givea head massage?”
He recalled that Millie had massaged his head before. Her touch was soothing, easing his discomfort.
“Of course.” Millie agreed.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtMarcus gently pulled her into his embrace.
“Could you sit onwhile you massage?”
Though it struck Millie as peculiar, she complied, slipping from his arms. Her lithe fingers threaded through his abundant hair, one index finger applying pressure to his head. She massaged it gently, employing a circular motion.
Under Millie’s touch, a surge of warmth cascaded to Marcus’ forehead, alleviating sof his discomfort. He even found himself thinking that enduring the fever was a small price to pay.
During his illness, he found solace in cradling the person he held dear, savoring the delicate scent of her being, and relishing her tender ministrations. It was an exquisite sense of comfort.
Millie’s fingers worked like magic, soothing him into a state of comfort. It occurred to him that he wouldn’t mind her massaging him like this more often in the future.
Shifting ever so slightly, Marcus inadvertently brushed against her soft breast.
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The fleeting pang elicited a pause in Millie’s ministrations, her cheeks tinged with a delicate flush. She pressed her lips together, striving to combat the embarrassment.
“Feeling better?”
The gentle contact electrified Marcus, setting his senses ablaze. He couldn’t resist burying his head into the curve of Millie’s neck, his touch caressing her skin as his voice turned huskier.
“Yes, much better, At the moment, all I yearn for is to lavish my affections upon my sweetheart.”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmDrawing closer, he leaned into her, prompting her to shoulder a portion of his weight. Millie swallowed, a heat creeping onto her cheeks. What had he said? Her mind raced, but before she could decipher it all, Marcus’ hand began to caress her waist, the fabric of her garment inching higher.
Millie swatted his hand away firmly. They were, after all, in the office, and Marcus was in the throes of fever.
“Are you trying to make your husband sicker?”
Marcus withdrew his reddened hand, his voice carrying a plaintive tone as he pressed his face into the crook of Millie’s neck.
“Rest for a while. I’ll wake you when the meeting tapproaches.”
“I feel safer holding onto you.”
Marcus persisted, his grip on Millie’s waist tightening.
With a slight sigh, Millie relented, allowing him to embrace her as she settled against the sofa, picking up a book to read in silence.
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