Arabella Vanderbilt lowered her head, touching foreheads with him, their breaths intertwining, gradually creating a warm and romantic atmosphere.
"What are you making me look at?"
"Nothing."
Joel Russo's lips brushed the corner of hers, his voice already hoarse.
Arabella Vanderbilt glared at him with wide eyes.
Joel Russo smiled, his hand locked around her waist slipped under her clothing, moving inward.
Arabella Vanderbilt's body trembled slightly.
"So you're just taking advantage of us?"
Joel Russo kissed her chin, a shallow and deep chuckle spilled out, "Isn't that what you were thinking?"
"..." When had she ever thought that?
"Then tell me, what was it for that you were so guarded against me from the start? Hm?"
"..."
"Since you were already thinking that, wouldn't I disappoint you if I did nothing? I simply can't stand to see you let down."
