Skin clung to skin.
Breaths merged together.
The two became one...
...
...
After a long while.
Everything finally came to an end amidst Ivana Bennett's uncontrollable moans.
The man in his thirties, in the prime of his life, even she, who was already a mother, had turned limp and powerless.
Tightening his arms, Lucas Walker brought Ivana, her cheeks flushed, into his embrace and, turning his head, kissed her soft earlobe.
"I didn't hurt you, did I?"
She poked his chest with her finger and pouted her lips.
"Asking now... isn't it too late?"
"Did I really hurt you?" Lucas Walker asked nervously, lifting his face, "Let me check for you."
"Don't!" she immediately curled up, "No... I was just teasing you."
Only then did he let go, and caught the hand she was moving carelessly over his chest, bringing it to his lips for a gentle kiss.
"Did something happen at the company?"
"It's been resolved now, everything is going smoothly."
