บททั้งหมดของ Age Is Just A Number : บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

I woke up feeling… alive. No dizziness or nausea, but full energy. My head cleared immediately, and for the first time in days, I felt like myself again. I stretched and blinked around the room. My heart skipped a beat. Kelvin. He was sleeping on the couch, his tie loosened, sleeves rolled up, and one arm tucked under his head. His posture looked casual, almost… human. “Is this… how he slept overnight?” I whispered to myself. My heart arched at the thought. Carefully, I moved closer to the chair where he rested, my eyes glued to his face. He looked… peaceful. Almost like a cute angel—but I reminded myself, if he opened those piercing green eyes, that peace would vanish in an instant. I sat comfortably but my pulse was racing. My gaze drifted downward, and I realised my eyes were glued to his lips. My throat went dry. I licked my lips subconsciously and swallowed, thinking, Maybe… maybe I could steal a kiss… I leaned forward slightly, hesitating, my heart thumping so hard

I stared at him for a moment, still processing everything. “So… it’s normal?” I nodded. Kelvin shrugged like it wasn’t a big deal. “Genetics is weird. You should be happy, he looks expensive.” I rolled my eyes. “Expensive?” “Yeah,” he smirked. “Like someone people won’t dare to bully.” I scoffed softly, but my heart felt lighter. All those sleepless nights… it turned out I’ve been overthinking for nothing. I sighed and rested my head on his shoulder. “You have no idea how much I stressed about this…” Kelvin glanced down at me and smirked. “You should have asked a doctor or checked my family instead of overthinking like a fool.” I pinched his arm lightly. “Stop calling me that.” He chuckled and pulled me closer. “You are.” I was about to argue again when Adam’s voice echoed from the hallway. “Mommy!! Yesterday!! He took my biscuit!” I froze. “Who?” Adam ran in angrily and pointed at Kelvin. “Him!” Kelvin raised a brow. “What did I do now?” “You ate my biscuit!” Adam accu

A few days later… The company finally returned to normal. The project that was almost lost was recovered, and new deals started coming in one after another. The office was lively again. People were smiling, talking, and even laughing happily. “You did it!” “We did it!” "Hmm, look who used to sleep while working!" "Shut up, if I didn’t teach you how to edit a contract, you would have been fired!!" they kept arguing over and over. Those were the voices that filled the space as everyone celebrated their success. I sat in my office, watching them through the glass wall, with a satisfied smile on my face. It still felt unreal how everything turned around so quickly. The door suddenly opened without a knock. Someone just barged in, and I didn’t even need to guess who it was. “Busy?” he asked. I sighed. “You don’t knock now?” “Why should I?” he walked in casually. “Everything is mine, including you.” I shook my head but couldn’t stop smiling. He came closer, leaned on

That seemed to snap something in him. He pulled out almost completely, then slammed back in, harder and harder again. The pace became brutal, his hips slapping against my ass with wet, obscene sounds. His hand left my hair to grip both my hips, angling me exactly how he wanted as he fucked me like he was trying to claim every inch of me. “I thought about this the whole drive home,” he confessed between grunts, his voice raw. “Thought about bending you over and filling you up until you couldn’t think about anything else. Not my mom....Just me. Just us.” Tears of overwhelming pleasure filled my eyes. The roughness was new, but gosh, it felt incredible. My body was trembling, the coil in my belly tightening fast. “Kelvin… I’m close…” I warned, even when my voice was breaking. “Not yet,” he growled, pulling out suddenly. I whined at the empty feeling, but he spun me around, lifting me onto the counter in one smooth motion. My back hit the mirror as he spread my legs wide, steppin

Kelvin carried me upstairs like I weighed nothing, my legs still wrapped around his waist, our bodies sticky and flushed. He didn’t head straight for the bedroom though. Instead, he detoured to the bathroom, setting me gently on the counter before turning on the shower. “Stay right there,” he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead. The cold water felt like heaven when we finally stepped under it together. Kelvin was surprisingly gentle now — the complete opposite of the man who had just bent me over the kitchen counter. He lathered soap between his palms and washed me slowly, his hands gliding over my breasts, down my stomach, between my thighs with careful, soothing strokes. Every touch was tender, almost reverent. “You’re trembling,” he whispered, pulling me under the spray so the water rinsed away the suds and the evidence of our morning passion. “I’m okay… just a little shaky,” I admitted with a shy laugh, leaning into his chest. My fingers traced lazy patterns on h