Chapter 341 Flirting at Will
Willow was actually a bit unsteady, sitting on the carpet without feeling anything. When Mitchell helped her up, she stumbled a bit and fell into Mitchell's arms. Mitchell supported her body helplessly, preventing her from falling, and looked at Willow's dazed look, preparing to carry her back to the room to sleep.
Willow struggled to get up, just climbed up, and then fell down again. She fell right on Mitchell's chest this time. She lifted her little head and could see Mitchell's Adam's apple rolling as he swallowed, along with his sexy collarbone.
She reached out her hand directly, from Mitchell's Adam's apple to his collarbone, murmuring, "Mitchell, your collarbone looks so good."
Mitchell didn't expect her to be so direct, his whole body stiffened in place because of her wandering hand, and her soft and sweet voice sent a surge of heat to his lower body, making him dare not move at all now.
‘When does she become so bold?’ With a light sigh, Mitchell thought, ‘I shouldn't have softened and let her drink.’
Willow's hands continued to wander on Mitchell's collarbone, and Mitchell felt no matter which part of his body she touched, it was like burning. He urgently reached out to grab her hands to prevent her from arousing him further.
Willow's hands were caught, unable to touch wherever she wanted to anymore, pouting her lips. "I want to touch you." Mitchell felt like a taut string in his mind suddenly snapped, his dark pupils contracting.
He was still shocked by her words, feeling his mind dull. Willow's somewhat confused eyes gently curved, and she spoke more provocatively. Although her mischievous hands were firmly held by Mitchell, her watery eyes were still fixed on Mitchell's exposed collarbone. She said softly and sweetly, "I want to kiss you."
Her voice was soft and sweet, with a hint of drunkenness, enough to disturb Mitchell's mind.
Her familiar tone and unfamiliar yet enticing words Made Mitchell feel like something violently hit his chest, stirring up a storm of shock. Before he could react, she swiftly took advantage of his daze, freed her hands, grabbed his collar, and bit down on his flawless-skinned and sexy collarbone.
As the movie's soundtrack played, the soothing piano melody seemed to be providing a background score for them.
Actually, the force Willow used to bite Mitchell was very gentle to him, but Mitchell, the usually composed CEO of JK Group, was now rigidly holding that pose, his chest heaving violently, his usually strong self-control becoming utterly fragile.
The culprit Willow seemed oblivious, and showed no signs of stopping. She bit Mitchell lightly, then tilted her head back and said, "You smell so good."
After speaking, she casually licked her red lips...
Every action and every word of hers now was fatally seductive in Mitchell's eyes. Mitchell's frozen body remained motionless, except for the slight tremor caused by the shallow teeth marks on his collarbone, her words instantly shattering his rationality.
Because of the alcohol, Willow's face was flushed, a hint of innocence on her face. She raised her head slightly, her gaze still on his collarbone.
Mitchell closed his eyes, now more torturous than ever before. Willow was still on his chest, the hot breath from her crimson lips, mixed with the scent of alcohol, sprayed on his collarbone, the scent drifting into his nostrils, causing his collarbone to involuntarily tremble.
The strange sensation in his body and the rationality in his mind were desperately pulling each other.
‘Not now,’ he reminded himself in his heart and opened his eyes. The veins on his arms slightly bulged due to restraint, and his palm on her waist, his restrained tone hoarse. "Willow, get up. I'll take you to the room to sleep."
Willow seemed reluctant to sleep, her hand on Mitchell's chest, shaking her head. "No."
Mitchell seemed surprised that she was being disobedient today, continuing to coax softly, "Be good. Listen, you're drunk. Let me help you to bed to rest."
"No, I don’t want to be good. I don’t want to listen to you." Willow, with a childish look, smiled foolishly at Mitchell.
Mitchell couldn't help but chuckle. It seemed to be his first time to hear Willow contradict him. She suddenly became rebellious, and this lively and vivid version of her caused his eyes to light up.
"So what do you want?" Mitchell gently asked with a patient tone, his eyes slightly hooked.
"Can I do whatever I want?" Willow lowered her head, eyes downcast, her tone unexpectedly tinged with a hint of grievance and dejection. Hearing this, Mitchell's heart softened, and he replied hoarsely, "Yes, you can do anything."
As he answered, his heart was pounding.
With Willow's consent, she no longer held back, directly and accurately kissing Mitchell's lips. Mitchell felt the soft touch, the moist lips, the rich Red wine flavor...
All of this stimulated him, he turned over and pressed Willow underneath him, taking the lead, the light kisses from Willow were deepened by him, turning into passionate kisses.
Until they were both breathless from the kiss, Mitchell reluctantly released her mischievous lips that had been causing trouble. Looking at Willow, who was lying underneath him, now looking at him with a dazed look, pouty look on her face, her lips already a little red and swollen from his kisses, he felt that fire throughout his body go straight to his lower body and nearly collapse.
Their clothes were somewhat disheveled, breathing heavily, the rise and fall of their chests and the sound of their heartbeats merging together. Mitchell's fingertips were pale as he gripped the edge of the sofa tightly.
Forcing himself to calm down, he grabbed the blanket on the sofa, covered Willow beneath him, wrapped her up, and then picked her up in his arms to walk into the room.
Once in the room, he laid her on the bed, and quickly pulled the blanket over her, who had been challenging his self-control all night, flirting with him. He then hurried into the bathroom.
Willow kept giggling, and after Mitchell carried her into the room and laid her on the bed, she reached out her arm to hold him, softly calling out, "Mitchell..."
Under the influence of alcohol, Willow completely let go of her inhibitions, feeling that every move of Mitchell's was enticing her, the alcohol unleashing the impulse hidden deep inside her.
Anyway, watching Mitchell in front of her, his alluring collarbone swaying in front of her, she just wanted to kiss him. Thinking so, she did just that.
After all, Mitchell said she could do whatever she wanted.
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