Chapter 91 Charlotte, Let Me Teach You
Frederick leaned in for a kiss. His touch was so skilled that Charlotte melted instantly, wrapping her arms around his neck and letting him take the lead.
After a long, lingering kiss, Frederick teased, "Ms. Russell, if you don't let me in, how am I supposed to get in?"
His words were simple, but the way he said them was loaded with meaning.
Charlotte blushed deeply but couldn't muster any anger. She hugged him and whispered, "What do you think?"
Frederick shrugged off his coat and took a look around. He was impressed by Charlotte's taste; it was practically professional-level design. "Did you pick all this out yourself?"
"Do you like it?"
Frederick scooped her up and headed straight for the piano. He placed her gently on top of it.
The cold piano lid beneath her and Frederick's warm body in front of her made her feel a bit uneasy. She'd heard some men liked to get frisky on pianos.
Frederick gently stroked her face. "Yes, I like it. How could I not? My morning dew, could you play me a song?"
Charlotte realized she had misunderstood. She felt a bit embarrassed, wondering if she was more eager than Frederick when it came to intimacy. She quickly hid her thoughts.
Charlotte looked stunning playing the piano. She wore a long white dress that accentuated her slender waist, perfect for a man's embrace.
Frederick stood behind her, watching quietly.
When Charlotte finished playing and turned to speak, Frederick moved towards her. He bent down and kissed her.
Charlotte accepted, her face flushing and heart racing. The kiss grew more passionate, and eventually, he gently pressed her body onto the piano. The morning dew let out a low groan under the weight.
Charlotte sobered up a bit. She pushed against his shoulder, biting her lip and pleading, "Not here!"
Frederick looked down at her, his voice hoarse. "Don't like doing it here? Or don't like doing it with me?"
Charlotte couldn't answer.
She lowered her eyes, her pale, slender fingers fumbling with his belt. She struggled for a long time without success.
Frederick's blue eyes watched her, his large hand covering hers. "I'll teach you!"
Charlotte's face burned, and then he carried her into the master bedroom.
That night, Frederick was exceptionally gentle, as if he had endless patience, carefully guiding her. Charlotte experienced the ultimate pleasure a woman could feel.
Afterwards, Charlotte was too tired to move, so she rested against him, her damp golden hair entwined with his strong body, adding a touch of intimacy.
Frederick leaned against the headboard, smoking.
Charlotte thought he looked incredibly sexy while smoking.
Frederick looked down and said gently, "Tomorrow night, come with me to a banquet. It's hosted by the musician Elijah we visited last time."
"Elijah?" Charlotte sat up, holding the blanket. She looked at Frederick. "You know Elijah?"
Frederick's blue eyes darkened, and then he casually said, "Elijah is a close friend of my father's. Why? Do you admire him?"
Charlotte didn't dare to say it directly, but her eyes were particularly bright.
Frederick put out the cigarette and flipped over onto her.
That night, he didn't let her off easily, going at it like a beast over and over again. Charlotte could feel that he hadn't had relationships for a while; otherwise, he wouldn't have such enthusiasm.
Early morning, Frederick woke Charlotte up again.
Charlotte looked up at his handsome features and perfectly chiseled jawline, and she easily got in the mood.
Just as things were heating up, there was a faint sound outside; it should be Jessica coming to do the housework.
Charlotte was shy and unwilling to continue.
She pushed against Frederick's shoulder. "No, Jessica is here."
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