Chapter 89 Please Me
The champagne stain spread after getting wet, making it impossible to clean. Elsa tried several times but to no avail, so she had to give up.
So, Elsa, wearing a T-shirt and shorts, found a secluded corner to stay until the event ended. This attempt to intercept the host of the night was a failure.
On the way back, Chloe looked at Elsa, who had changed into a teenage boy's outfit, and was very curious. "What's going on with you? How did it go?"
Elsa sighed and said, "Don't mention it. Let's just go home."
At 10:30 PM, Elsa returned to the villa.
Luke had already changed into loungewear and was sitting in the living room waiting for Elsa.
"You're still up?" Elsa, feeling down from her failed attempt. So she greeted him simply and was about to go upstairs.
"Whose clothes are you wearing?" Luke asked knowingly.
"I got my clothes dirty. These are Chloe Clark's," Elsa lied without changing her expression.
"Chloe Clark would wear a hand-drawn comic T-shirt and men's basketball shorts?" Luke frowned. This lie was too casual.
"Sorry," Elsa lowered her eyes.
Elsa really didn't want to explain what she had done tonight.
Luke glanced at Elsa's dejected look and turned to go upstairs.
Luke realized his possessiveness was getting stronger. He was even jealous of a little boy! This realization drove him crazy.
Seeing that Luke was unhappy, Elsa's mood also dropped. She slowly went to the bathroom to take a shower and change clothes, dawdling for over an hour before coming out. She just hoped that by the time she came out, Luke would be asleep. Then she could explain everything tomorrow.
Unexpectedly, Luke was leaning against the headboard, looking at Elsa thoughtfully.
"Sorry, can I explain it to you tomorrow?" Elsa's plan fell through, and she was already in a bad mood. She lifted the blanket beside Luke and lay down.
Suddenly, Luke grabbed Elsa's arm and pulled her onto him with a forceful tug.
In an extremely intimate position, Elsa was lying on top of Luke, fitting perfectly.
She had to explain with a stiff upper lip, "I didn't mess around outside." Elsa's throat was dry.
"I know," Luke said, kissing Elsa's ear, making her shiver.
Elsa used Luke's body wash, and they both had the same pine scent, fresh and pleasant.
"I'm not in the mood to explain today. Let's talk tomorrow," Elsa said, her voice tinged with a nasal tone, sounding incredibly delicate.
"Elsa Miller." Luke panted slightly, his heart pounding, "Please me."
Elsa looked into Luke's eyes as if she didn't understand.
But Luke couldn't wait any longer.
Elsa might look flirtatious, but only Luke knew how inexperienced she really was.
Luke guided Elsa's hand to his well-defined abs, smooth, firm, and distinctly grooved.
Elsa's soft, cool hand contrasted sharply with Luke's warm, solid muscles.
Luke groaned, pulling his hand away and gripping the bedsheet tightly.
Elsa's face grew hotter, and her body temperature rose significantly. She pressed herself against Luke, her hand roaming inside his shirt.
"You're so firm here," Elsa squeezed Luke's chest, then pinched a certain spot and tugged hard before letting go.
Luke gasped, his face suddenly turning red.
As Elsa continued her exploration, Luke finally couldn't contain the fire inside him. He took the lead, grabbing her waist.
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