Mr Grant, Please Be Gentle

Blanca Roach blinked, she really did not think that far, how to answer this question ah.

If she said no, then Matthew Grant would definitely “punish” her. But if she were to say that she was distressed, then wouldn’t Curtis Irwin have been working for nothing, after all, Matthew Grant, the boss, had been slacking off these days.

She is a little difficult, after weighing the pros and cons, immediately said seriously: “heartache you.”

She was unaware of the fact that her serious nod fell on Matthew Grant’s eyes and broke down.

He saw Matthew Grant put down his computer, with a smile of uncertainty in his eyebrows, and was coming towards her.

Blanca Roach subconsciously backed up, but she was on the bed and there was a wall behind her.

“What are you hiding from?”

Matthew Grant leaned down, his hands parted on either side of her neck, his hot breath deliberately spraying on her skin, satisfied to see the shiver she caused.

Blanca Roach looked up, met his lust-stained eyes, and swallowed unconsciously.

“Matthew Grant, you need to calm down.”

A low, muffled laugh came from overhead, a laugh that tickled like a small, tangible hook.

Blanca Roach’s face burned, her instincts telling her what was coming next would be dangerous, but she couldn’t hide, and … didn’t quite want to.

“I’m working so hard, and you don’t even feel sorry for me?”

He deliberately lowered his voice, the corners of his eyes lowered, looking pitiful.

Blanca Roach knew that he was deliberately, but still followed the heart seized a little.

She wanted to rub his hair, and if she could, she wanted to pinch his face again.

Blanca Roach looked at him blearily, her beautiful eyes shining as if they were adorned with a galaxy.

Matthew Grant was touched by her eyes, lowered his head and gently planted a soft kiss on the corner of her lips, not going deeper than that.

Blanca Roach’s expression was dumbfounded, seemingly in amazement and in retrospect.

He raised the corner of his lips, the smile in his eyes deepened, and his voice was low and magnetic: “My wife loves me.”

After saying that, he didn’t wait for Blanca Roach’s reaction, he lowered his head, and his movements were extremely tender and lingering.

She was then firmly trapped under Matthew Grant’s arms as he pried open her teeth and wrapped that tongue, which had previously been at fault, around her.

“Mmmm …”

Blanca Roach’s original body went limp, wrapped in his deadly grip, and soon she couldn’t even use her fingers for strength.

By the time the kiss was over, she had long forgotten what she had wanted to ask Matthew Grant in the first place and could only lie back on the bed, calming her breathing.

Matthew Grant is also uncomfortable, because Blanca Roach is pregnant, he has been holding back the restlessness of his body for months, occasionally on her body to get some interest, and finally made himself unusually hard.

Matthew Grant took a while to hold back the changes in his body.Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

Blanca Roach watched and was both touched and felt that he was asking for it.

Her haughty and vivid expression was taken in by Matthew Grant, and then he reached out with his long arm and scooped her up into his arms.

He pressed his teeth against her ear and gently ground her earlobe, causing the little person in his arms to be displeased before letting her go, “Don’t get cocky, one day I’ll get it back from you with interest.”

Blanca Roach’s face turned even redder and she wanted to pinch Matthew Grant’s waist to relieve her anger, but she found it too hard to do so, so she became even more furious.

It’s really a fatal man, sooner or later, she will have to tease back.