NovelEnglishBrandon glanced at her, his lips not budging an inch.
Sophia's face was a shade paler, her breath slightly held, not daring to meet his gaze.
Brandon's eyes grew darker, his hand slowly sliding into her palm, fingers intertwining tightly, yet his movements on her lips were
graceful and slow.
The gentle nibbling on her neck sent shivers down her spine, tickling and thrilling.
His lips traveled from her neck to the side of her ear, then to her chin and finally aimed for her lips, but Sophia instinctively turned
her head away.
Brandon's aim was off again, landing a kiss on the corner of her mouth.
He didn't move, but the grip on her hand gradually tightened.
With his eyes glinting like broken ice, he went in for another kiss.
This the didn't let Sophia dodge.
The kiss cwith the intensity of a storm, leaving Sophia with no place to hide.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShe tried to pull away, but the more she struggled, the deeper Brandon kissed, the tighter his hold became.
He didn't even care that they were still in the lounge, nor if anyone might cin, just pressed her into the sofa, kissing more
passionately by the second.
Sophia's attempts to resist crumbled under his relentless advance.
Heavy breathing started to fill the not-so-large space.
But still mindful of being in the lounge with the door unlocked, aside from devouring her kisses, Brandon didn't go any further.
After a while, the fierce kissing slowly turned tender and loving, until it gradually stopped.
But Brandon didn't let her go, just held her, catching his breath.
"Were you about to leave?" he asked, his voice still husky.
Sophia's voice was equally raspy and unsteady, "There's nothing much left forhere, thought I'd head back to rest."
"Why didn't you tell me?" Brandon inquired.
"I thought you might be busy, didn't want to disturb," Sophia whispered. "I've already said goodbye to Mr. Dempsey."
As she spoke, she tried to push him away.
Right then, an untimely knock at the door sounded, along with Don's cheerful voice.
"Sophia, you're still in there, right? Let Ivan give you a lift on his way back. He's heading out too..."
Before the words ended, Don had pushed the door open.
Almost instantly, Sophia instinctively pushed Brandon away, only to be pulled back into his embrace, shielded securely.
"Get out," the deep voice followed.
Don was shocked.
Upon seeing the couple intertwined on the sofa, he swiftly turned around, not leaving, but instead kicked the door shut with his
foot.
"No, | mean you two."
Don was a bit short-circuited himself, his face turning red. He didn't mean to lock himself in with them. He had forgotten to step
out before that kick.
Sophia was equally mortified.
She turned slightly, fixing her hair and unintentionally covering her swollen lips with her hand.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmBrandon was much more composed.
After fixing Sophia's hair, he turned to the red-eared Don, "What brings you here?"
"Well, Sophia mentioned she wanted to head back, so | was arranging a driver for her," Don said, turning back to Brandon, "Had no
clue when you popped over here. Weren't you just in the lobby?"
He truly hadn't noticed when Brandon had left.
The lobby was crowded, and he wasn't paying much attention, just focused on getting Sophia a driver for her ride back.
Just as Ivan was saying goodbye to him, he thought it'd be convenient if Ivan could drop Sophia off on his way.
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