Bertha Swift didn't understand how their conversation had suddenly turned this man amorous.
She was pinned against the dining table, unable to move, her beautiful eyes fixed on Adam Piers, "No, you can't."
Hearing this, Adam lowered his slender eyes and rubbed his forehead against Bertha Swift's cheek, "Really don't want to?"
Since their first night, Adam hadn't had another chance. It was fine before they were together, but since their relationship became official, both his heart and body had been eagerly yearning.
This time, his "really don't want" sounded so teasing, both roguish and seductive.
Bertha Swift couldn't stand Adam's devil-may-care demeanor and felt her palms heat up. She turned her head away, refusing to look at him, but Adam grew even more brazen with his actions. Just when Bertha was about to succumb, there was a sudden knock at the door outside.
Both of their bodies tensed up.
