บททั้งหมดของ Carrying The Conde's Heir: บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

"I'm sorry," his voice was thick with regret and it was full of emotions while his hands were gently caressing my hair. "You have to know that Emma is one of my business partners and she's the one only who agreed on my uncle's crazy idea and their sole reason was to cause trouble between us." I went still after I heard what he said. I know his uncle. And he doesn't like me anyway no more questions to ask. But I want to break free of this conversation, and we who keep on pulling some punches. Words are the deadliest weapon a human had invented. "Are you ready to admit that your uncle hates me and would do anything to get rid of me? If you didn't talk to Emma about us, then who the hell did you think did?" "I know," he whispered, "and I'll be honest with you. Emma was the one who gave your pictures with my brother. Back then, it clouded my mind with anger. Who wouldn't the woman you love betrayed you? It was beyond painful, Cameron. And after I put you

“Will you sleep with me tonight, Cameron?” My eyes widened, and my heart was about to explode. What is happening to him? “Fuck!” Alejandro cursed. “That came out completely wrong. What I mean is. Actually, sleep, sleep. Just sleeping together in a same bed. I’d like to hold you again. Nothing more, nothing less. Just allow me to hold you again.” The idea of lying in his arms, that I can snuggle into his body and tangling my legs with his… It was so interesting that I suddenly wanted it more than my next breath. I took a deep breath and nodded. Just sleeping no monkey business. He reached over, took my hand and he simply hold it, our fingers entwined tightly. And he leaned back and positioned himself up on his elbow at an angle and then pulled me so I could rest against his chest. We remained that way until some workers came out to light the torches along the beach as dusk deepened and the stars began to pop in the sky.

I can't help to close my eyes. My fingers curled into a tight ball, gathering the sheets and then releasing them once more as my body flew in about a dozen directions. It was intense. It was wonderful. It was beautiful. Something inside of me shattered—or it felt like it. Wave after wave of sharp pleasure rolled over me with rigid intensity. I was panting softly, my breath squeezing from my lungs that feeling when you're robbed of air. My hips lifted rhythmically off the mattress as he nuzzled me down from my orgasm. When I gathered my senses and looked down, he was staring at me, satisfaction burning brightly in his gold eyes. There was a fierceness there that made me shiver as if he was sending a silent message. You are mine. Both his hands cupped underneath my legs, and then he raised himself up. He pushed back enough that it completely exposed me to him and then reached between them to position himself at my opening. I gasp

Cameron’s   “She doesn’t know how to give up, does she?” I murmured as I watched Emma approach our table, unfortunately again. And this time I won’t let her ruin my date night with Alejandro. Once is enough I'm not stupid if I let her insult me again. Alejandro looked up and I can see that he can’t help to heave a sigh, and I am extremely irritated right now. Why Emma always interrupts us. I didn’t know that she has always a free time pestering us. I believe this is our first time spending together us a lover that’s why I want us to be alone. After a morning and most of the afternoon in bed, Alejandro and I decided that we had to venture out for our dinner and now Emma is here, circling like a hawk waiting for her prey and I won’t her get what she wants. I also have a claw, but I know where to use it. I wisely choose my battle. I wasn’t jealous. Honestly, Emma wasn’t Alejandro’s type of woman, though I supposed his type could have changed

            Alejandro was carrying me as if I’m just a light sack of bag, and when we enter his room, he let me seat on the bed.             And I can’t take my eyes off him when his pants drop on the floor and he was now proudly standing at the foot of the bed with his boxers only.             “I feel hot wearing my pants on,” Alejandro said while laughing at my reactions. “Hope you don’t mind.” And now he removed his shirts.             My throat went dry when I saw his well-defined body with his proud eight pack and V-line. “I… I don’t mind at all.” My eyes were still on his proud glory.             I forced my gaze to look back at his face, not on that disturbing thing in his c