He Wants More

When Kimberly left her house, she saw Samuel's car waiting outside. His assistant, John, was there too, greeting her cheerfully, "Good morning, Miss Wilson," and opened the car door for her.

Kimberly paused, her beautiful eyebrows furrowing. Didn't this man understand what a secret lover meant? Before she could speak, the rear car window rolled down, revealing a clear-cut, ruggedly handsome face.

"I'll only drop you near your company. No one will see us," he said in a calm voice, devoid of the lazy hoarseness he had in bed, reverting to his usual distant and indifferent demeanor, clearly drawing a line in public.

Kimberly thought for a moment. Last night, lost in desire, she hadn't clarified many things. Now was a good time to set some ground rules. She got into the car, and as the door closed, the luxurious interior felt somewhat oppressive, especially sitting next to Samuel. Despite their intimacy in bed, they were not that familiar in real life.

Samuel seemed undisturbed. He was fli