Paperwork and Hearthbeats의 모든 챕터: 챕터 151 - 챕터 160

Marius set Tera’s foot down gently and leaned back against the cushions, watching her. The smirk was gone now, replaced by something more honest, more focused. He reached for the soda bottle, took a sip and set it on the glass side table without looking away from her. “The rewards are definitely worth it,” he admitted, his yellow green eyes dark and steady. “But do not think this means you have won. I am still a very difficult man to keep happy.” He stretched his arms along the back of the Trypan Blue sofa, is fingers brushing against the fabric, and waited to see what she would do next. “Really?” she said challengingly and leaned forward, both her hands moving to his thighs. “You do not seem that complicated to me.”Marius felt the heat of her hands through his trousers, a sudden, sharp jolt of awareness that made his pulse quicken. He did not pull away. Instead, he leaned into it, his gaze locking onto hers with an inten

Marius paused, his hand on the buttons of his light blue shirt. A faint, almost imperceptible soften in his expression– not quite a smile, but something close. “Right. I keep forgetting you keep a museum of my past visits in here,” he said, his voice dry but lacking any real bite. He finished unbuttoning the light blue shirt and pulled it off tossing it into the clothes hamper in the corner. He stood there for a moment in his just his trousers, the cool air of the bedroom hitting his skin. “You are telling me I am a regular here, Tera,” he noted, stepping toward her as she rummaged through the wardrobe. “Should I be flattered or concerned?” he reached out, his fingers brushing against her shoulder as he leaned in closer to see what she was looking for. “Hey, it is not my fault you leave your clothes all over my floor and forget to pick some of them up in the morning,” she said with a knowing smile as she took out the black boxers

Marius closed his eyes as Tera’s hands moved over his shoulders, the grit of the sea salt providing a sharp, pleasant contrast to the heat of the water. He let out a long, slow breath, his head tilting forward just enough to give her better access. “Am I?” he murmured, his voice thick with something that was not quite a protest. “Maybe. But you have not stopped me yet.” His hands found hers on his shoulders, his fingers lacing through hers to guide the pressure where he wanted it. He was not trying to take control anymore– not exactly. He was just making sure she knew exactly where he wanted to be touched. “You know,” he said, his yellow green eyes opening to find hers again. “For someone who claims to be bossy, you are being remarkably attentive right now.” He leaned in, pressing a damp kiss to the corner of her mouth. “We spend all days in suits and officed,” she said softly. “There is no need for being

Marius grabbed a second towel and held it out to Tera, his yellow green eyes trailing over her with a slow, appreciative gaze that never quiet left her. “Unless you have more spa treatments planned,” he added, a smirk returning to his lips. “Because I might need a second opinion on how much ‘fun’ we are actually having.” He stepped out of the shower stall, his bare feet hitting the cool brown tile floor.“You have another massage in mind?” Tera asked with a playful smile. Marius stopped mid-stride, the towel draped low on his hips and turned back to her. That slow, knowing smirk returned to his face, one that usually meant trouble for anyone on the receiving end. “I think I can come up with something,” he said, his voice dropping into that low register again. He closed the distance between them until he was standing right in front of her. He reached out, his damp hand cupping her cheek, his thumb brushing over her lo

“You have no idea what you do to me,” he murmured, his voice vibrating against her skin. “Every time I think I have got a handle on things, you just… dismantle me.” His hand slid lower, his touch firm and certain, tracing the curved of her body with a reverence that contradicted his earlier bravado. He moved against her slowly, letting the friction build, letting the heat between them thicken until it felt like the air itself might catch fire. “No more talking,” he whispered, his lips finding hers again. The kiss was deeper this time, more demanding, his tongue sweeping against hers in a slow, rhythmic dance that mirrored the movement of his body. His fingers tightened on her hip, anchoring her to him as he pressed harder, his breath coming in short, jagged bursts against her mouth. Every muscle in his back was taut, every nerve ending firing as he mapped out the contact between them. There was no hesitation left in him– no profession