Chapter 463 Let's Try A Different Game
Francis was kinda pissed at first, but that hug totally melted his anger away. He ruffled her hair and said, "Next time, just shoot me a text if something's up; I can check it even if I'm in a meeting."
If he had known she was coming, he would've sent someone to pick her up, and none of this mess would've happened.
Harper nuzzled into his waist and mumbled, "I know."
She felt Francis tense up. Harper quickly let go and started unbuttoning his shirt. She yanked his shirt out from his pants and undid a couple of buttons before Francis grabbed her hand.
Francis raised an eyebrow, "What are you doing?"
"Checking if you're hurting again?" Harper pouted. "You never listen to the doc and always overdo it."
"Alright, go ahead." Francis guided her hand inside his shirt.
Harper's soft hand touched his abs, and her face turned bright red. She tried to pull her hand back, but Francis wouldn't let her, guiding it further inside his shirt.
"Francis!" Harper yelped.
Francis asked, "What?"
"Where are you making me touch?" Harper was fuming, her ears turning red.
Francis's eyes darkened, "You said you wanted to check, right?"
Harper snapped, "Your injury is up there, why are you making me touch down here?"
Seeing her ears turn red, Francis's Adam's apple bobbed, "First YOU unbuttoned my shirt, and then you said you wanted to check. I thought you meant something else."
Harper said, "Who said that?"
Francis smirked, took a step back, and leaned on the desk. He trapped Harper in his arms, his voice low and seductive, "So, what are you doing?"
So close to him, Harper couldn't handle his gaze and felt a hint of danger.
She didn't dare to look at him, pushed his chest, and said, "Seriously, we're in your office."
"I am serious." Francis's lips brushed against her ear, licked it, and rasped, "It's not like we haven't done it here before."
Now, not only were Harper's ears red, but her face was also flushed.
"I-I better not disturb your work," Harper stammered, trying to get off the desk, but Francis held her down.
Francis whispered, "Babe, let's do what couples do, okay?"
Hearing him call her babe, Harper felt her face heat up.
Francis bent two fingers, lifted her chin, turned her face, and bit her ear, as he rasped, "And you can check if I am well functional enough."
Harper's face heated up, and a lingering, wet kiss landed on her ear. It was said that every guy had a secret fetish, and she felt Francis particularly liked playing with her ears. He seemed to have a thousand ways to play with her ears, but each way would make her whole body tremble from feeling good.
Francis's fingers still pinched her chin, his face almost buried in her, his tongue licking her ear, making it both ticklish and wet.
Harper couldn't help but shrink her neck, feeling nervous, and mumbled, "Francis,"
"What should you call me?" Francis's face was calm, but his hot breath in her ear was setting her on fire.
Harper let out a soft moan, her brain turning to mush, totally forgetting what to call him.
Seeing her go silent, Francis decided to have some fun. He extended his tongue, licking and sucking around her ear, occasionally slipping it into the small hole.
With Francis's stunning face, the scene was beyond steamy. Harper felt her skin getting all wet, covered in tiny goosebumps. Her breathing went haywire, her whole body tense and trembling.
"Francis."
"Francis."
"Daddy."
By the end, her voice was soft and teary.
Hearing the term he wanted, Francis smirked, his voice hoarse as he comforted her, "Don't be nervous. We're safe here."
He said that, but it was broad daylight, and with the curtains closed, the office lights automatically turned on. Being kissed and played with under such bright lights, Harper was dying of embarrassment. She felt her body heating up, like she was sick.
"No." She raised her chin in discomfort, revealing her delicate neck, her voice full of tears. "Stop. I don't like it."
Harper couldn't describe the feeling; Francis was just too good at this, and her soul was about to leave her body!
Harper looked like she was about to faint, her skin tinged with a faint pink, very enticing. Francis loved this side of her dearly but still wanted to punish her for her duplicity.
Women tended to keep their desires to themselves, which made men find them hard to please.
He gently released her earlobe, his voice low and hoarse as he said, "Babe, do you want me to stop?"
Harper was about to cry; she didn't want him to stop now; he had turned her on.
But Francis wanted her to voice her needs. He slowly moved back to keep a distance, his sexy breath teasing as he said, "If you don't want to makeout, I'll stop, okay?"
Harper's mind was already weak from his teasing as she let out a grunt.
When Francis said he would stop, he really stopped. She was just too shy to say no.
Harper called out helplessly, "Daddy."
Francis wanted to laugh but held back, pretending to be serious, "What?"
Harper gripped his arm tightly, biting her lip, finally managing to pipe up, "Daddy, I want your kiss."
Her voice was soft and sweet, almost unbearable for those with weak resolve.
Francis loosened his tie with his fingers and pulled it off, holding it in his hand. Then he leaned down again, his hands on either side of her. He said, looking down at her, "Just kiss?"
Harper blinked and muttered, "Isn't kissing good?"
Compared to doing other things, she really liked his kisses.
Francis tapped her nose affectionately and said, "You selfish bad girl."
Harper was about to speak when Francis blindfolded her with the tie. The next second, the world spun, and she was pressed down on the wide desk.
Francis's raspy voice came from beside her ear. "Sweetie, let's try a different game."
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