And The Daddy Is… The Infertile Guy?!

Chapter 286

With a sanctimonious tone, he chided, “I’m observing the details.”

Gwendolyn was utterly disamed by his tensing

Howard set his pen aside and tumed to her, “Gwendolyn, do you really take me for some kind of saint?”

She was sat before him, dressed in seductive lingerie, letting him toy with her, touch her.

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“Gwendolyn, you know what I want to do to you.” Sweat dampened the stray hairs on his forehead, and a shadow of restraint flickered in his intense eyes

“May 17” he asked again.

Gwendolyn’s heart skipped a beat, and she slowly replied, “Mr. Chadwick, anything you do to me is alright.”

No sooner had the words left her lips than her breath was stolen in an instant

Howard fiercely grasped her slender waist and descended with an indulgent kiss.

Gwendolyn was kissed senseless, her mind in a whirl.

Her defenses fell apart, completely conquered.

In the heat of passion, his voice husky, he kissed her and said, “Long before now, I’ve had the wicked urge to tear away your dress.”

To see how such a prim and proper lady could have such a bewitching body,

Gwendolyn was camed to the futon, where beautiful red marks bloomed on her skin. She gasped out, “Mr. Chadwick… is this your first time?”

She still sought an answer, though the answer might disappoint her.

“Jealous little thing,” his lips brushed against her cheek. “There’s one way to find out”

His grip was firm, the flimsy fabric stood no chance against his rough handling as her slip dress fell away. A bead of sweat traced a path from his forehead down his perfect jawline.

And landed on her chest

“Dr. Quigley, I gave you a chance to back out.”

He loomed over her, breathing heavily, fighting for control.

Gwendolyn tilted her head back slightly, reaching up to wrap her arms around his neck, pulling herself closer to plant a kiss on the comer of his lips.

“Mr. Chadwick, I have no regrets.”

At her words, he pushed all the way, charged ahead without restraint.

The studio echoed with a symphony of sounds.

A sketch on the easel had fallen to the floor, the unfinished portrait’s eyes tender with emotion,

A night long and unforgettable

In the stillness of the midnight hour, their pleasure–filled groans echoed with clarity.

Their passionate lovemaking lasted until the first light of dawn offered them relief.

At noon, the sun hung high in the sky.

In the master bedroom.

Gwendolyn awoke, bleary–eyed, staring at the ceiling, feeling a bit dizzy

Howard was no longer by her side.

The night’s follies were a mix of embarrassment and abandon,

She had been coaxed into saying so much, doing so many shameful things.

Gently lifting the covers, her smooth skin was marred with mottled marks, her limbs ached. Just before dawn, she had vaguely felt Mr. Chadwick carry her to the en suite bathroom and tenderly wash her.

A soft purple dress with puffed sleeves lay beside the bed. She put it on slowly and walked out of the room.

Marina saw her and couldn’t stop smiling. “Mrs. Chadwick, lunch will be ready soon,”

09:32

Gwendolyn asked with feigned calm. “Where is he?”

“You two are so in love, you can’t be apart for a moment. Mr. Chadwick is by the pool”

Blushing, Gwendolyn headed to the backyard pool.

From a distance, the sound of splashing water reached her, and there in the sunlight, Howarf’s perfect muscles glistened, beaded with water. His limbs were strong and graceful as he swam.

Traces of red marks lined his back

Hearing her approach, Howard tumed, his gaze unabashedly predatory.

Gwendolyn averted her eyes, about to speak, when his phone on the lounge chair began to vibrate. It was an unlisted number.

“Could you get that for me?” he asked without hesitation.

“Oh, sure.” Gwendolyn answered the phone, and to her surprise, it was Sandra’s voler.

“Mr. Chadwick, I apologize for the intrusion. I got your number from Gwendolyn’s emergency contacts. Please tell Gwendolyn…

“Sandra, it’s me,” Gwendolyn interjected.

Sandra caught her breath, then excitedly blurted out, “Gwendolyn, Claude is awake! Hurry to the hospital”

Claude had woken up?