Chapter 622 Heartfelt Anxiety
"Don't worry, Auntie, Kevin is actually quite sensible," Audrey thought of the scene where she had just reached climax from Kevin's licking, feeling a bit guilty. She dared not look at Bethany, and whispered, "I chatted with his teacher during the day. Kevin has been working hard lately. He will definitely do well in the final exams. You don't need to worry."
"I'm leaving Kevin in your hands," Bethany said with a smile. "I'm usually busy with the store and can't manage him. Feel free to criticize him, but don't be too lenient. If he misbehaves, let me know."
"I understand, Auntie."
Audrey heard Bethany entrusting Kevin to her, her heart pounding. While this meant more opportunities to spend time with Kevin, it also increased the likelihood of succumbing to her desires. She might lose control and make a big mistake at any moment.
"Alright, it's getting late. Get some rest," Bethany smiled faintly, turned off the lights, and soon her soft snoring filled the room. Audrey, however, lay awake with her eyes wide open. Thinking of the pleasure Kevin's tongue had brought her to earlier, she couldn't help but place her hand on her thigh, gently caressing her full mound through her nightgown. Her body seemed to still be immersed in the pleasure, extra sensitive. Just a few strokes of her fingers and she felt a strange sensation down there, moist and slippery.
Her body was becoming increasingly lascivious. Audrey quickly withdrew her hand, refraining from further stimulation. If she continued, she wouldn't be able to sleep tonight. She blamed Kevin in her mind, finding him restless. He had Alissa to help him release during the day, yet he still came to bother her at night.
But Audrey understood Kevin's feelings. After all, they hadn't seen each other for a week. Audrey was excited when she first saw Kevin, but as a married woman, she could control her excitement. Her mind was conflicted, thinking of her husband in the city and Kevin in the next room. She couldn't calm her thoughts and didn't know how long it took her to fall asleep.
Meanwhile, in an expensive residential area, Grant sat on the sofa in his dorm, wearing only a pair of briefs. He absentmindedly watched TV, but his gaze kept drifting towards the bathroom door, anxiously waiting for his wife to finish showering.
Although Grant had managed to secure a dormitory through his government office, the conditions were basic. The space was less than 50 square meters, just enough for two people. In contrast, the department-level officials were allocated apartments of 80-90 square meters, without shared spaces. The bureau-level officials lived in three-story buildings, with over 200 square meters of space, a sight that made Grant envious. He was just a Youth official and didn't know when he would qualify for a larger apartment.
The bathroom door suddenly opened, and Grant looked over to see his wife's tall figure appearing at the doorway. Kimberly was wearing a black nightgown, so thin that her bra and panties were visible underneath. Her black lace panties revealed dense pubic hair and the clear outline of her labia. She wasn't wearing a bra, and her ample breasts swayed with her breath, the two ripe red nipples clearly visible.
Seeing his wife's enticing body, Grant's breathing quickened, and he soon felt himself hardening, tenting his briefs.
Kimberly, towel-drying her damp hair, sat beside her husband and casually asked, "Lijun, what are you watching?"
"Oh, just the news. The leader hosted an investment promotion meeting this morning, and I was on camera too," Grant said proudly, reaching out to embrace his wife's slender waist. His other hand caressed Kimberly's smooth and plump thigh, a part he enjoyed playing with the most. When he first met Kimberly, he was captivated by her long, beautiful legs, and he pursued her relentlessly until he finally won her over.
"Really? Honey, you're amazing. It would be even better if you could chair a meeting on the podium in the future," Kimberly, having reconciled with her husband, returned home to find a table full of food prepared by him, along with a bouquet of flowers. He apologized humbly, and eventually managed to make Kimberly happy, earning her forgiveness.
"It depends on you," Grant's mind raced, seizing the opportunity. "Wife, I heard from the office that the leader's daughter is studying at a school. If you can somehow build a relationship with her, it would be great. As long as we can leverage the leader's connections, my future career path will be smoother. The leader is already a deputy director at such a young age, there's definitely room for advancement. If I can leverage his connections, I'll have a good chance at becoming a deputy department head."
Grant had been a section chief for three years, eligible for promotion to deputy department head. However, the competition was fierce, and he needed a powerful figure to speak up for him. Only with this promotion could he truly advance in his career.
"Honey, your thinking is wrong," Kimberly frowned. "Even if I know his daughter, what's the use? If you perform well at work, the leader will naturally promote you. Why resort to these underhanded tactics?"
"Wife, you're a teacher at school and don't understand the workings of the government," Grant sneered. "No matter how capable you are, without connections, you'll never get promoted. You'll just be a stepping stone for others. I don't want to be stepped on for the rest of my life. Our office director's father-in-law is the chairman of the Political Consultative Conference. Could he have become the director otherwise?"
"Lijun, I see you're tired from working in the government. Why not change to another unit?" Kimberly suggested helplessly. "Our school is good too, without all the office politics. Just focus on teaching your classes well, and you won't have to worry about anything else."
"How can that be?" Grant retorted, eyes wide. "Many people aspire to work in the government but can't get in. It's busy here, but it's closest to the leaders, and promotions are fastest. If I move to a lower unit, I probably won't even make it to section chief. If I can become a deputy department head, even the school principal will treat me with respect. Don't you want a higher professional title? It's just a matter of me saying the word."
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