The person buried in her neck mumbled, "You were too focused on the computer..."
Rachel felt embarrassed.
He didn't stop until he had kissed her from her neck down to her collarbone, his hand slipping inside her nightgown to grasp her full, round breasts, gently kneading them. Only then did he lift his head, resting his chin tenderly against her cheek.
Her cheeks were already flushed and hot. She had to admit that men were indeed creatures driven by desire at all times.
"Honey, sorry for coming back so late."
"Honey, it's only eight o'clock, it's not late at all... Besides, you had work to do." Rachel wrapped her arms around Kingsly's neck, speaking softly and understandingly.
He wasn't satisfied, but perhaps out of concern for her condition, he withdrew his restless hand from her ample chest and instead wrapped it around her waist. "In the future, I'll try to minimize such situations and spend more time with you."
