There's a crack in the curtains that allows the bright morning sunshine to filter in and dance on Dylan's face. He sighs, knowing the day of their next mission has arrived. Without opening his eyes, he gropes around to look for the warmth and curves of his beloved señorita.
Where is she?!
He unseals one eye a tad and notices Yue is about half a meter away on the huge king-size bed.
What the... Why is she all the way over there?
Not good. She needs to be closer, much closer. But what time is it? He set the alarm at 9.30 am and it hasn't beeped, so it must be earlier than that. Dylan turns around and squints his eyes to focus on the clock that rests on the bedside table. 9.05 am. Earlier than he thought but not so early that he cannot wake Yue up. They have about half an hour to spare... Hmm... Interesting! A lot can happen in 30 minutes, a whole lot!
Dylan drags himself closer to Yue and coaxes her gently into his embrace so that they're spooning. He nuzzles her neck, breathes in her aroma, and pours tiny smooches on her nape and shoulders.
Yue's skin comes alive, and she growls and whimpers, hoping Dylan will stop whatever he's doing and let her sleep a little longer. Since her body is over-responsive to everything he does, if he continues, she's certainly doomed.
Dylan smirks. "You're like a cute puppy that doesn't scare a fly..." he seductively whispers in her ear in response to her complaints. He loves to provoke her and he's not stopping. She slept plenty already.
His hand lowers the strings on one side of her nighty all the way down her arm and he nudges the fabric to her waist, allowing her torso to be half-exposed, her left mound free and conspicuous. Gorgeous. Bit by bit, he will get what he wants. He always does.
Yue feels feathery caresses on her arm and leg, her nightgown conveniently being piled at her waist, warm and soft kisses on her neck...
"Waaa! You never let me sleep!" she whines and squirms, still not completely awake, perceiving her willpower being stripped away along with her clothes.
The response is not what she hoped. Dylan's lips slurp and nip the curve of her neck up to her ear, and she's done. His love-marks are too inciting to ignore.
"You slept enough. 8 hours are more than what you need. We have a mission soon and we need to relieve some tension... Remember what's the best tension reliever?" he murmurs naughtily.
How can Yue forget? She might not admit it now that her brain is still foggy and sleepy, but painting was indeed a great tension reliever as he guaranteed about 2 weeks ago.
Dylan decides on a different approach. He needs to reactivate her brain somehow. Besides, he's been curious about this issue: "Sweetie, I've been meaning to ask you for a while, why do you always smell like baby powder?"
A giggle. Good. The adorable puppy is not so angry anymore.
Yue takes a breath and replies without opening her lids. "I use baby cologne."
"Oh!" Dylan creases his eyebrows. "Why?"
"Because it's cheap and smells good. It's all I can afford."
"I can buy you all the perfumes you want," Dylan explains in a tone that suggests he doesn't understand why Yue had not mentioned that before.
"It's not that important!" Yue chuckles. "You want to buy everything for me. There's no need. I'm happy with my baby cologne."
That stings a smidgen. She doesn't need nor wants the things his money can buy, is that it?
Unable to hide the ache in his voice, Dylan asks: "Do you really want me to stop buying you stuff?"
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Criminal Love
Lãng mạnA 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...
