《The Double Life of My Hot Secretary》全部章節：第 31 章 - 第 40 章

His lips crashed into mine so fast it stole my breath. One second we were joking, the next he had both hands on my waist, pulling me into him like he was starving. My back hit the wall again and he didn’t even pause, mouth trailing hot kisses down my neck. His hands slid under my shirt, dragging up my thighs slow, firm, like he couldn’t get enough. I gasped when his palm cupped between my legs, “Still want to do it again?” he muttered, lips brushing mine. I nodded without thinking, already melting, already aching for more. “Yeah… now.” He groaned low, just as his phone started ringing on the counter. He ignored it at first but it kept ringing. “Just get it,” I breathed, tugging his shirt. He cursed under his breath and reached over, checking the screen, his whole body stilled. “What?” I asked, heart starting to pound. He stared at the screen, then swiped to answer. “Hello?” There was a pause. His face shifted, all the heat drained out of him. “What do y

He pulled back just enough to look at me, breath ragged, pupils blown and then he scrambled for his jeans on the floor like a man possessed. “Where...where the fuck-” he muttered, patting every pocket, flipping the waistband inside out. I started laughing, my egs still spread on the bed, shirt bunched around my head. “Are you really this stressed over a condom right now? The fact that you even had one to begin with, how long were you planning this?” “Hazel, I’m begging you,” he said, grabbing his wallet, fingers fumbling with the flap. “If I don’t find one in here, I’m jumping out the damn window.” I giggled harder, watching him practically rip it open and sigh in relief. “Found one.” “Good,” I teased, sitting up slightly, brushing my fingers down my thigh, knowing damn well he was trailing his eyes after my movement. “Now slow the hell down, no one’s running.” He looked up at me like I’d just said something illegal, “that’s the problem,” he muttered, crawling back ove

The ride home was quiet. He had one hand on the wheel, the other resting on his thigh. I sat there, glancing at him a few times. When we got out and walked toward the bedrooms, I stopped in front of mine and gave him a soft smile. “Alright... goodnight.” I went to open my door but his hand grabbed my wrist. I turned, confused, “what?” “What are you doing?” he asked, voice low. “Going to bed?” He blinked. “Are you serious right now?” I stared. “Um. Yeah?” He dragged a hand down his face. “You’re really not going to sleep in my room?” “Alan, I thought-” He didn’t let me finish. He just tugged my wrist again, opened his door, and pulled me inside like there was no discussion. The second it closed, I couldn’t help but laugh, “you’re actually insane.” “You knew that when you met me,” he muttered, pulling his hoodie off. We got under the covers, close but not touching yet. He turned to me, “you remember that night I caught you in here? Touching yourself

Alan came back in with the door still half open behind him. I didn’t even get a second to react. His hands gripped my waist, spun me around, and lifted me straight onto the edge of the pool table. “Alan...” “Shut up,” he muttered, dragging the hoodie off my body and tossing it somewhere behind him without looking. His mouth was already on mine, rough, needy, mad I still had clothes on. His hands spread across my bare thighs, his thumbs digging in while his lips crashed into mine as if he was trying to erase the time we just wasted. “I wanted to throw Kade out the second we walked in,” he muttered against my mouth, breath ragged. “You think I could focus on anything when this...” his hand ran down my chest, squeezing my tit like he couldn’t help it “...was right fucking there in front of me?” I gasped when his hand slipped lower, tugging at the thin lace. “You wore this just for me, huh?” “I didn’t know he was coming-” “Don’t lie,” he muttered, kissing down my ja

Hazel pov When we got back to his bedroom, I lay there for a while, staring at the ceiling, still catching my breath. My body felt wrecked but in the best possible way. My wrists were sore, my legs numb, my brain fully gone. And yet, I was smiling like a maniac. Alan leaned on one elbow beside me, brushing my hair off my face with two fingers. “You okay?” he asked, voice low. He was back to being soft and I saw genuine worry in his eyes as he scanned my face for my reaction. I chuckled, voice hoarse, “that was the best time of my life.” His lips twitched, “you’re insane,” he muttered. “Says the man who literally made me cry from edging.” He smiled, soft for once, and kissed my forehead, that alone made me flinch harder than the flogger. “But that was the Alan I know, the one I was used to,” I muttered, dragging a hand down my face, “te mean, controlling bastard.” “Go get cleaned up,” he said quietly, sitting up and grabbing his shirt. “Let’s go to bed.” I roll