The Taste of Two のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 36

The moment we stepped out of the restaurant, the San Francisco night breeze brushed against my skin, carrying a faint scent of the ocean. It felt… refreshing, almost calming. Adrian’s arm slid around my waist, his hold firm and possessive, pulling me in as if my body naturally belonged against his.I didn’t resist. In fact, I matched his pace, his rhythm—whatever he silently asked for, I gave.I leaned into him, letting myself savor the warmth of his presence. But while our steps carried us forward, my thoughts drifted back to Margaret. That woman… the more I thought about her, the more absurd she seemed. Insulting a man like Adrian? Ignoring someone who looked at her as if she were the most precious thing in the room?Incredible. Or maybe… she had another man?I exhaled softly, baffled by how blind someone could be.“Adrian,” I called lightly. “Can I ask you something?”He glanced down at me without slowing his stride. “Of course.”“Your marriage… with Margaret. Are you two—” I pause

Adrian probably never imagined he would enjoy such madness in his own car. But what he didn't realize was how easily I could be provoked. Just a soft stroke on my back was enough to draw such a response from me. I was certain that if he ever wanted to be intimate, he only needed to touch my spine.And look at me now.Adrian’s breath started to come in ragged gasps, matching the intense pleasure I felt. I was gently sucking him now, wet with my saliva. My mouth felt small, yet somehow it was enough to accommodate him—even though it felt tight as Adrian's manhood swelled. He had adjusted his seat perfectly for comfort, ensuring his back wouldn't ache and he could move freely with me later.“Yes, Baby. Just like that,” Adrian murmured, stroking my head. My face felt hotter, flushing further. “Oh, yes, suck it just like before. It’s delicious.” He closed his eyes slowly, shifting his position so I could easily take him deeper.Sometimes my fingers danced around the two orbs he possessed,

“Ugh!” I groaned.I woke up a little past ten, according to the clock on the wall. Too late for anything, even to call it morning. But my body still felt stiff—a soft ache radiating across several areas. A pain that made me clearly remember exactly how the night before had unfolded.I reached for the other side of the bed. It was empty, but the sheets touching my hand still felt warm. I blinked, trying to sit up carefully. The room was too big; I felt like I could hear the ticking of the clock and the quiet hiss of my own breath.Then the bathroom door opened.Adrian stepped out, his hair half-wet, beads of water still tracing the line of his jaw. He was only wearing black lounge pants, showcasing his fit and... beautiful body. There were faint scratches on his chest—a slight reddish mark on his shoulder—and I didn't need to ask where they came from.His eyes found mine instantly. The gaze, which made my heart throb as if trying to match his rhythm, immediately locked onto me.“Mornin