WIDOW IN MY BED

Now Amanda’s body tremors had diminished a bit when Matt started cleaning her body gently with soap. Matthew soaks up every inch of Amanda’s body wholeheartedly without her realizing it, dries it up, too, and then puts on each other’s bathrobes.

There’s no sound. Only the eyes and body of the two of them are talking to each other.

Matt realizes he shouldn’t have come home with the smell of blood still smelling, scaring Amanda. Compared to his usual self, Matt never wanted to go home in a hurry, like today.

Amanda was totally addicted to Matt, like narcotics.

Half wanted to laugh. Why would he be so happy when he spends time with a strange woman? And what they did was something he used to do every day, take a shower.Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

Seeing a woman who was strong and mature despite her fierce temper shaking pretty much surprised me.

I’m only the first time I’ve thought of this for someone.

“Did you have dinner? Want to eat out?” Matt asked when Amanda was wearing her night skincare, while the man’s hands were looking for another busy life by squeezing Amanda’s breasts covered with a bathrobe, slowly and fun.

“I’m full. Are you hungry?” Amanda asked back in a voice that seemed to be held back, wanting to sigh.

“I’ve been eating out.” Matt looked straight at the mirror, and there was a reflection of both of them when Matt was watching the look on Amanda’s face, which seemed to be enjoying her touch.

The woman did not protest. She began to dare to sigh. Sometimes, her body moved restlessly. Then, shortly after that, Matt let go of his hand. “Have you had enough of being naughty?” Amanda said jokingly.

“Naughty? I’m just doing a little massage, Babe.” Matt gave me a reason.

“Little massage? Touch my breaths?”

“You want more?” Goda Matt.

Amanda frowned, not interested in continuing that adult conversation. “No, thank you, Boss.”

After spending a thrilling vacation with Matthew Wallace, Amanda begins to understand the man’s bad mouth. Amanda keeps asking questions. “You work so much, you have to come home late at night?”

Amanda gets curious about where the man went and what he’s hiding.

“Just taking care of a few little things.”

“Little thing?”

Matt replied briefly as if he didn’t want Amanda to pry any further when the beautiful woman was busy spraying perfume around her neck.

“You smell like roses…” Amanda smiled at Matt’s words, which were flirting with her.

Then why come home with the smell of blood on your body? I know you’re not a random man, and maybe you’re even very dangerous.

But why would I want to know everything? Not knowing anything is the best option.

After all, our agreement will end soon.

Amanda took her breath away, trying not to be curious.

So far, their relationship looks good. Even the two of them don’t hesitate to spread intimacy like a real couple. Perhaps others would be very surprised to learn the fact that these two lovebirds don’t even know each other’s names after their hot fights.

“Then let’s go to bed now.” Matt, who immediately carried Amanda’s body into her thick arms easily, seemed as if all she lifted was cotton. The woman automatically put her hand on Matthew Wallace’s sturdy neck, stole a kiss there, and inhaled Matt’s scent. “Hey, what are you doing?” lamented Matt’s petulance.

Matt drops Amanda down on the bed slowly, then covers her until Amanda’s entire body is covered in blankets. Matt lies next to Amanda, hugging the woman’s slender waist.

Didn’t do anything, as usual.

The smell of blood that Amanda smelled a while ago did surprise her, but the arrogant man’s hands have always felt warm since they were first placed on Amanda’s skin.

His big hands are already used to being covered in blood, so many scratches that strangely calm Amanda down, and little by little, those rough hands are no stranger to Amanda anymore.

They’re just lying down, and Matt’s already closed his eyes quietly. Amanda squeezes the blanket. Secretly, the woman is agitated.

Amanda looked at Matt. His breathing was heavy, and his heart was pounding. Wonder why Matt didn’t do it. Why would Matt lie down? Why didn’t the man hug her? Amanda misses that guy’s touch now. Amanda felt that the man was unusual, Matt, who looked like a wolf filled with passion, whom she missed.

Matt’s face doesn’t look sick or have a problem. He looks healthy. There’s just a little eye bag there. No matter how long Amanda looks at her good looks, she never feels bored. That face has a strong, male aura that can’t be denied.

Amanda swallowed a spit. She wanted to caress Matt but was afraid to wake him up.

But secretly, Amanda did it anyway. Amanda fixed her position on Matt’s face and stroked his cheek slowly. Surprised that Matt’s eyes suddenly opened.

“You’re not sleeping?” asked Matt hoarsely.

Amanda shook it slowly. “Not sleepy yet. Are you asleep, huh?”

“I just closed my eyes, and I couldn’t sleep.” Matt looked straight into Amanda’s eyes. He wants to know what she wants. Did Amanda want the same thing?

Amanda wants to know what this guy is thinking right now, what’s in his head and even his heart. Amanda wants to understand her abstract and random attitude, and she wants to know what the name of this bold man who has disturbed her life.

If it goes on like this, maybe after the holidays end, Amanda’s totally going to go crazy.

Amanda can feel Matt’s face approaching. He groans when Matt’s soft breath is around his neck and propagates to the earlobes; the touch of the man’s lips makes Amanda shudder.

“Do you miss my touch?” said Matt, half whispering.

“I…”

“You have to say you miss my touch, Babe,” Matt said with a naughty smile.

The man was arrogant and annoying, but he had a gentle attitude that protected Amanda when she was next to him. Amanda looked into Matt’s eyes, which always looked dim and also looked sharp, because she couldn’t wait to hear Amanda’s lips make a sound.

Amanda’s getting more and more pounding, worried about her feelings, afraid of not being able to live up to their professional agreements.

Pulling his heart out, the wall starts to wobble, and the floor cracks. Amanda’s eyes could only look at the man in front of her so that when they made love, Amanda could scream that name into tears till we were tired.

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