Chapter 555 Mrs. Voss, You Feel It Too!
Theron's palm was dry and warm, and his thoughtful gentleness could easily make any woman fall for him—especially Nicole, who was his wife. She didn't need to resist his charm.
She turned her head and stared at him in a daze while he focused on driving, as if he'd just made the most ordinary comment. But for Nicole, it was anything but ordinary.
She kept watching him all the way to the hotel parking garage.
When the car stopped, Nicole finally snapped back to reality. "We're here?"
Without thinking, she leaned over to open the car door, but Theron's hand covered hers on the handle, his eyes dark and intense. "You've been staring at me the whole drive, and now you just want to leave?"
"Theron?" Nicole looked puzzled.
Instead of explaining, Theron pulled her slender waist and drew her into his lap. Her trench coat tangled with the buttons of his shirt as their bodies pressed together.
Nicole looked at him in surprise as Theron's hand pressed against the small of her back, pulling her closer. He kissed her soft lips, then whispered against her ear, "Why do you keep looking at me like that? Do you think I'm handsome?"
Nicole was such an innocent girl—she couldn't handle his experienced seduction. So she mimicked him, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth, half from desire and half wanting to please him.
Theron's Adam's apple bobbed, incredibly sexy. Nicole reached out with delicate fingers to trace that spot, then looked up at him with such pure eyes that Theron could barely stand it.
His voice was completely hoarse. "Let's get out."
Nicole blushed, thinking there might be something more.
After she got out, Theron chuckled softly, leisurely adjusting the rearview mirror before opening his door and following behind Nicole.
The hotel was quiet in the evening with few guests. In the elevator, only the two of them stood side by side facing the mirrored wall. Suddenly Nicole's face flushed pink as she complained softly, "How could you come out without fixing yourself up?"
Theron looked down. His shirt had two buttons undone, revealing his firm, wheat-colored skin—definitely disheveled. Apparently his Nicole didn't want others seeing him like this.
Theron calmly buttoned up his shirt, watching the red numbers on the elevator wall with a perfectly serious tone. "Mrs. Voss, are you jealous?"
Nicole gave a soft huff. "You're imagining things, Theron."
Theron's gaze held both playful amusement and unmistakable affection.
When they reached their floor, Theron swiped the suite door open and stepped aside to let Nicole enter first. She'd barely stepped inside and hadn't even turned on the lights when she was pressed against the door, overwhelmed by Theron's kisses.
They were married now—no need for restraint.
Theron whispered against her ear, his voice low and seductive. "Nicole, I've been holding back all evening."
Nicole said nothing. The document folder containing the stock transfer papers scattered silently onto the thick carpet.
Theron looked down at her, his eyes filled with an attractive warmth that made Nicole's heart race. Nicole gazed back into his eyes.
Staring at each other like this felt incredibly intimate, and soon they were wrapped in each other's arms as Nicole closed her eyes, enjoying Theron's tenderness.
Eventually he carried her to the bed, intertwining their fingers. Deep down, he longed for a child—a little symbol of his and Nicole's love.
The thought of Nicole possibly carrying his child stirred him again.
Suddenly, his phone rang. The caller ID showed—Ondine.
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