Chapter 358 To Stay With Him
Harper blushed hard, feeling embarrassed and regretting her moan.
"No, I don't want to," she said, her face red.
Francis chuckled, "I don't believe you."
He bit her ear and whispered, "Did I almost make you come?"
They'd been intimate so many times, he knew exactly how she looked when she was overstimulated.
Harper's face turned even redder. "Stop talking nonsense," she insisted.
"Let's see," Francis said, biting her again.
"No," Harper shrank back, trying to hide.
But the whole bed was Francis's territory, leaving her nowhere to go.
Francis had controlled his desires for five years. Just thinking about Harper being gone had torn him apart.
But now that she was back, his desire was unstoppable.
A kiss was enough to ignite the passion he'd suppressed for so long. He wanted her more than ever.
Francis leaned in, "Harper, let's make love. It'll feel good."
Harper's face turned red. "Me and you? No way."
"Harper, I haven't made love in five years. Really, I can't?" Francis bit her earlobe, his voice strained.
Harper trembled but shook her head. "I can't."
To her, Francis was still a stranger, despite their kisses and closeness.
Francis didn't push. "If you don't want to, we won't."
"What about you?" Harper asked, blushing.
Francis swallowed. "Do you feel sorry for me?"
A bead of sweat rolled down his face, making him look inexplicably sexy.
Harper looked away, her face red.
"Then help me," Francis said, his voice low.
Harper's heart raced. She pulled her hands back. "I can't help you."
Francis chuckled. "I don't need your hands."
Harper's face turned red again.
"Look at me," Francis said, unbuttoning his shirt to reveal his muscles.
Harper's face was hot, and she didn't dare to look.
Francis pinched her chin. "Be good, look at me."
In the quiet night, Francis's heavy breaths filled the room.
Sweat slid down his face, his eyes dark and focused.
Their eyes met, and Harper felt drawn in, anxiety gripping her heart.
She regretted her words. She shouldn't have been so curious about how he would handle his libido.
Time passed, and Francis's endurance was impressive. His half-closed eyes were full of desire.
For the first time, Harper found his breathing incredibly sexy, each breath a sensual rhythm.
Harper felt like she was watching a solo show, blushing from head to toe.
After helping Francis clean up in the bathroom, she was annoyed. "I helped you, so delete that recording."
Francis chuckled, "You have good timing."
Feeling relaxed, he saw no reason to refuse. Once the recording was deleted, Harper sighed in relief and relaxed on the bed.
She tucked her hair behind her ear, revealing her neck. Francis's Adam's apple moved as he got closer.
Feeling his approach, Harper stiffened. "What are you doing?" she warned, "If you try anything, I'll leave."
He gave her a light, gentle kiss and then let her go. His deep eyes gazed at her, his voice hoarse. "Let me help you, okay?"
Francis knew her sensitive spots well. Having been intimate so many times, he could make her comfortable quickly.
Harper's face burned. "No, I want to sleep," she said, hugging the quilt to keep him at bay.
Francis chuckled and left her alone. With him beside her, Harper found it hard to sleep.
Hearing his even breathing, she peeked at his handsome face. The bedside lamp cast shadows, highlighting his sharp features. He was good-looking but too domineering and possessive. When angry, he was intimidating.
Harper found him hard to understand. He could endure her teasing and remember her every word, yet he was fierce if he saw her with another man. She had no memory of the past, just flashes that didn't reveal much.
Her current memories of Francis were of him indulging her, never getting angry, and holding back even when hurt. These softened her heart, which worried her.
Harper felt she needed to keep her distance from Francis. After thinking for a while, she finally fell asleep.
Hearing her even breathing, Francis opened his eyes. He had pretended to sleep to reassure her.
He pulled her into his arms and covered her with the blanket, leaving only her soft face exposed. He couldn't help but touch her cheek, his eyes full of affection. He wanted her to stay with him forever.
In the afternoon, Molly accompanied a boss to a business meeting.
At the elevator, she ran into Robert, who was attending another meeting.
Robert, surrounded by people, wore a black top and pants, his buzz cut making his handsome features stand out. As he turned to enter the elevator, he saw Molly in a professional pencil skirt and paused.
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