A new undercover unit is created by the FBI to infiltrate the inner circles of illegal art dealing.
Dylan Wang is a convicted and talented forger that will be forced to pretend to have a relationship with the agent assigned as his keeper, the sweet...
It's 10 am and outside the storm is starting to rage. Dylan has been awake for an hour and watched the news-the authorities have urged everyone to stay sheltered for the next 48 hours. This hurricane is unprecedented, and no one should be out on the streets. There is a warning for a blackout and consequently a water shortage in some areas. Dylan, however, doesn't want to alarm Yue since she was already pretty terrified of facing her first cyclone.
Yue is still asleep and there's no sign of her waking up. Did he really drain her that much? Dylan is worried. He has tried to call her, but every time he does, Yue growls like a cute puppy and turns the other way. The room is dark because of the shutters, maybe that hasn't helped her circadian rhythm.
By now Dylan thinks Yue has slept enough. 7 hours are sufficient to replenish the body, aren't they? Besides, he is dying to wake her up and paint her again, or is that too ambitious? Does she wish to be painted again? He doesn't want to be rejected. On the other hand, he also believes she needs to hydrate since the night was pretty active and she hasn't had anything to drink yet.
"Sweetie? Wake up... Come on..."
Why is he even waking her up? What's the problem if she sleeps a little longer?
No. Dylan wants Yue to be conscious, he wants to be with her, talk to her, spend time with her. Enough with the sleeping already!
Dylan pulls the blankets away from her body and his heart pumps instantly faster at the view.
Gosh, she's beautiful! I'll never get used to it...
Yue is unclothed, lying on her side with a bent leg and the hands tucked under the pillow. Her gorgeous womanly rear-end is so tempting, the curve of her back is riveting, the lines of her face are so adorably pretty, and then there's that peek he gets at the roundness of her chest pressed against the bed that makes him want to become a mattress just to relish on all the squishiness. Fetching.
Dylan remembers the first day he laid eyes on her at the office...
And I thought she might be deformed under all those baggy clothes... What an idiot! But I'm glad she's not comfortable showing her exquisite body to anyone else but me...
Dylan removes his boxers-the only garment he was wearing-and takes Yue into his arms bridal style. She doesn't even flinch.
Is she breathing?
Dylan gingerly carries her to the bathroom, loving the tingling sensation that the contact of their skins generates on his body. With two big steps he enters the huge empty bathtub and sits there, holding the snoozing Yue on his lap.
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Unbelievable. What does it take to wake this woman up? Doesn't she go running every morning? How does she rise when she's alone?
Dylan turns on the warm water and wets his hand. With gentleness, he rubs the sleep off Yue's eyes and massages her face, hoping the moisture will bring her back to the land of the living.
