NovelTrueChapter 735
He gently pinned her hands above her head, his lips seeking hers softly, tenderly.
And then, his hands started to wander, expertly finding the zipper at the back of her dress and pulling it down,
his warm hands tracing paths on her skin.
Jack knew he was losing control.
In front of this woman, he couldn't keep himself in check.
They had known each other for three years, yet the closest they had gotten was kissing.
So, why not take it a step further?
Even though they had never really found the right titles for what they were to each other, did it really matter?
He was well aware of Emily's feelings, and his own heart was becoming clearer. Unable to resist, Jack deepened
the kiss, his movements growing more tender. But Emily's mind was a whirlwind of confusion, drunk to the point
of not knowing what was happening.
All she felt was an unbearable itchiness all over her body, and the weight on her was suffocating.
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In the next moment, with a strength she didn't know she had, she managed to push Jack off and turned over,
blindly grabbing a pillow and falling asleep almost immediately.
Jack, nearly tumbling off the bed, was stunned.
He sat there, motionless, watching her sleep soundly, looking completely innocent and helpless.
His desire quenched, he had no choice but to cool off with a shower.
When he returned, Emily was still sleeping in the sposition, oblivious to what had transpired.
How could a woman who seemed so eager to take things further sleep so soundly?
The myth of drunken debauchery was clearly busted!
Shaking his head with a wry smile, Jack lay down beside her, and soon, he too fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.
The next morning, Emily woke up, groggy and disoriented.
She gasped in shock upon seeing Jack sitting on the couch at the foot of the bed, legs crossed, watching her
intently.
"Why are you staring atlike that?" she gasped, feeling a shiver down her spine.
"I was wondering how long you could possibly sleep," Jack said, his smile hiding a multitude of meanings.
They had returned to their room after a night out drinking, not even past nine, and she had been out like a light
ever since.
Now, right on the dot, it was nine in the morning.
Emily, oblivious to Jack's veiled disappointment, glanced at the pillow next to hers, noticing the obvious signs
someone had slept there.
"Did we... did we end up sleeping together last night?" she asked, hope brightening her voice.
Jack's answer was evasive: "The hotel mistook you for my wife, so they prepared just one room for us."
Emily chuckled, rolling out of bed. "So, we did sleep together!"
She moved to the bathroom to freshen up, leaving Jack leaning against the doorframe, watching her with
affection.
"Emily, when did you get so bold?" he teased.
Rinsing her mouth, Emily flashed him a grin. "Alone in a room together, what else
were we supposed to do? I'm not afraid to admit what I've done."
Her daring?
Jack couldn't help but laugh at the irony.
The night could have taken a different turn.
But how could he explain Emily's actions? She was the one who brought the mood to a peak, yet she also pushed
him away at the crucial moment.
Playing hard to get, she had taken it to a whole new level.
He chuckled coldly, "And when Sandra had something on you last night, why didn't you boast like you are now?"
"You're not a stranger, Jack. Why would | need to play coy with you?"
Her response pleased him. He grabbed a document from the desk and handed it
to Emily. "This is the paternity test for Teresa and Maurice. It shows that Teresa is not Maurice's child."
Emily quickly dried her hands to take the document, but her reaction was muted. The report reminded her it was
tto tell Jack the truth.
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