Chapter 148 Let's Make Love
Gregory thought Abigail had totally gotten the wrong idea and quickly blurted out, "I can prove it if you don't believe me!"
Right after he said it, he realized how desperate he sounded.
Abigail crossed her arms, giving him a cool look. "No wonder you're such a good kisser. You must have a ton of practice."
Gregory started sweating. "No, seriously, this is the first time I've opened such videos up, and you walked in right after. My first kiss was with you."
Abigail felt a rush of happiness but kept a skeptical face.
"Really?"
"Really!"
In his thirty years, Gregory had never felt this flustered.
He was terrified Abigail would get the wrong idea and mentally cursed Henry a hundred times over.
Abigail wrinkled her nose and asked, "Then why are you so good at it?"
When Gregory kissed her, he seemed like a pro.
It was like he had a natural gift, guiding her step by step, pulling her into the moment.
Gregory coughed, his ears turning red.
Why was he so good? Because he had dreamed of this moment a million times, getting really good at it.
But he couldn't say that, or she'd think he was a creep.
He mumbled, "Maybe guys just have a knack for this stuff."
Abigail responded, but who knew if she bought it.
Gregory couldn't read her and wanted to explain more.
Then, out of nowhere, Abigail stood on her tiptoes, wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed his cool lips.
A soft voice whispered in his ear, "Is that so? Prove it to me."
Feeling her warmth, Gregory's mind went blank.
All he could focus on was Abigail. He leaned down, his hand on her waist, giving her support.
Abigail was acting totally different tonight, ditching her usual shyness.
Her eyes were misty and serious, locked on him.
Gregory could see himself in her eyes, like he was her whole world.
For the first time since they got married, Abigail took the lead, tracing his lips with her tongue, her fingers brushing his chest.
Every move was a tease.
Gregory felt a wave of heat rush through him.
He let out a low groan, his breathing heavy, and warned, "Abigail, don't push me."
Abigail blinked innocently. "You don't like it?"
Like it? He liked it so much it was driving him nuts!
But he wasn't sure if Abigail's feelings were just fondness or real love.
He didn't want her to regret it later. After all, when it comes to sex, it was always the woman who ended up at a disadvantage.
He couldn't stand to see her regret.
Abigail's eyelashes fluttered, her fingers moving to unbutton Gregory's shirt, revealing his sexy collarbone and the Adam's apple bobbing up and down.
There was a cool, sexy vibe to it.
Abigail locked eyes with Gregory and said, "Gregory, let's do it."
Abigail was naturally sensitive and always careful about relationships.
So saying this meant she trusted him completely, enough to give herself to him.
Gregory got the weight of her words more than anyone.
He was stunned, his mind buzzing, going blank for a sec. Then, he felt pure joy.
His body moved before his brain did, kissing Abigail's lips, his lips trembling with excitement.
After a while, Abigail felt dizzy, her legs like jelly.
If Gregory hadn't been holding her waist, she would've probably hit the floor.
Gregory's breathing was all over the place, a thin layer of sweat on his forehead.
The shirt that had been buttoned up was now a wrinkled mess.
He scooped Abigail up and headed for the bedroom with big strides.
Abigail was laid on the soft bed, and thinking about what was coming, she felt a wave of nerves.
Gregory leaned over her, pinning her down, his dark eyes locked on her.
His voice was rough as he asked, "Abigail, are you really sure?"
Abigail nodded lightly, her voice small but Gregory caught it.
Being stared at by Gregory like a hungry wolf, Abigail's cheeks turned red.
Her fair face had a light pink blush, looking tender and tempting.
Gregory buried his face in Abigail's shoulder, whispering, "Abigail, say it again."
He felt like everything was too unreal, like a dream.
Abigail blushed, pushing past her shyness, and repeated, "I said I'm willing."
Gregory kissed Abigail's neck gently, filled with sincerity and seriousness. "Abigail, I'll treat you right for the rest of my life, believe me."
His warm breath on her neck made her shoulders shiver. "Okay, I'll treat you right too, Mr. White."
Gregory's lips curved into a smile, and he planted kisses on Abigail's neck and collarbone.
His hands didn't stop either, unbuttoning Abigail's nightgown one by one.
But by the third button, his patience ran out, and he ripped the nightgown.
Abigail felt a chill, both annoyed and amused. "That was my favorite nightgown!"
Gregory didn't care, tossing the torn nightgown aside. "Don't worry, I'll buy you a new one tomorrow."
Abigail wanted to say more, but before she could, her lips were sealed.
Abigail fell silent. She suddenly remembered something and pushed Gregory's chest. "We don't have any condoms at home."
She was still in school and didn't want to get pregnant yet.
Gregory's movements stopped abruptly, and he rolled to Abigail's side.
He gave her a resentful look but still reluctantly put on his nightgown and picked up his phone to call Ralph.
Seeing his gloomy face, Abigail couldn't help but laugh.
Hearing her laughter, Gregory's eyes became even more resentful.
He deliberately raised his voice and said to the person on the other end of the phone, "Buy a lot, as many as possible, the largest size."
Abigail fell silent. 'What a childish guy!'
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