Billionaire Defiant Wife Chapter 668
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Avery was blushed. Why did she feel Evan acted audaciously and recklessly, seeing her ugly disguise?
Didn't it bother him?
How could Avery know that her ugly disguise would not hide her interesting soul?
Evan looked at her and reached her waist," I'll take your silence as yes."
"No...Psst..."
Evan reached her waist, and it hurt so badly.
Then Avery felt the coolness around her waist.
She looked down. He was rubbing gently on her waist. Inside his hand was the drugs.
"Does it hurt?"
Evan rubbed gently. He rubbed it clockwise with all his affection.
Avery felt so sexy, and she couldn't help swallowing saliva.
How could someone apply ointment so elegantly and made it look so easy? His long fingers stroked her dark skin. She didn't feel pain anymore.
She shook her head and got up, "How long are you gonna do this?"
"Do what?"
Avery was speechless. Actually, she already had the feeling when Evan stroked her. It was like electric sparks. She couldn't help it...
Avery slightly trembled and looked up. Her voice was not steady, "I mean, how long are you gonna apply the ointment?"
Evan looked up and at her. His voice was coarse, "I don't know. Do you like this?"
Well, actually she liked this very much. And the way Evan looked at her was overwhelming.
Avery pushed away his hand. But Evan grabbed her, and she had to lean back.
Evan said suddenly," I want to kiss you."
Avery was shocked.
"I'm not asking for your permission," Evan said with determination," I'm just telling you what I want to do."
He was so overbearing with a kiss. Avery blushed and looked aside to dodge it," Mr. Lautner, how could you not respect me? After all, we've just met."
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Evan kissed Avery's neck. He could feel the frequency of her pulse vibration.
It was a bit fast.
Evan smiled, seeing how stubborn Avery was, "I don't wait."
Then he unbuttoned Avery's shirt. He was agile.
One button, two buttons. How could he move so fast?
Avery looked down. He unbuttoned three buttons. Inside her shirt was black lingerie holding two ample breasts. It was exotic.
Evan looked at her breasts with hot looks. He couldn't keep calm anymore.
Avery's skin was burnt. She immediately covered her breasts.
"Let me look."
Evan's voice was coarse. The beast trapped inside him was about to break the cage and got free.
Avery shook her head. If she did, Evan would get what he wanted.
Evan didn't push her too far. He put her fingers among her hair as he kissed the center of her eyebrows. Then he moved to her ears. He smiled and whispered," Why are you nervous about this if you were married once?"
Evan wanted to say Avery made the initiative that night. She even got him condoms. But seeing how Avery would die before admitting to it, he decided to tease her.
He kissed from the center of her eyebrows to her eyes, nose, cheeks, ears, chins, and finally, her lips. The kiss was gentle. While they kissed, Avery had to move back.
Evan was next to her with one knee on the ground. He was on top of her and kept kissing her necks. And he went down.
Avery reached out against his shoulders. But Evan didn't plan to stop.
The center of the bed sank.
Avery's right hand was grabbed above her head in the soft quilt. They were both devoted to the kissing. Both could hear each other's heavy breath. Their heartbeats were fast.
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Avery didn't know when her shirt was taken off. All she had on her was a dress. Evan moved in with warm hands with the callus and went deeper along her smooth and tender skin.
Avery was soft. She almost gave up and let him do whatever he wanted. She even buried her head in the quilt because of the shame. Then she put her hair on top of her other half face.
Evan smiled after he found out about it. He pulled her hair away, lowered his head to kiss her face. As they kissed, he said," Abla? Do you want me to call you that? Is that the only way you find it exciting?"
Avery wanted to hit him. But she didn't have the energy to do so.
The thinnest curtain was blown away when there was the wind.
But nobody noticed it.
The breeze could hardly be enough to calm the two in the RV down.
In the other car, Claudia rested with her eyes closed for a while. Suddenly, she felt hot. She opened her eyes, asking her assistant to blast up the air conditioner. She looked outside and found out they didn't move. She frowned," Where are we?"
"Your Highness," the assistant said with respect, bending over," We haven't moved."
Really? She has been resting for a while. Why wasn't the car moved?
"Why not?"
"Without George Lautner's orders, no one would drive the cars."
"They haven't finished..."
George took the ugly maid on the RV. The maid told her he was applying ointment. Well, could they have sex while he was applying the drug?
But it hasn't finished yet...
Claudia was angry. When did she, the Princess of H Country, ever wait for somebody else?
Two hours passed by.
Then Claudia stood up and got off the RV. The assistant followed her," Your Highness, where are you going? It's dangerous outside. Staying in the RV is safer."
Claudia didn't mind. How could they do something when so many waiting for them while they were having sex? That was shameless!
Claudia banged on the door of the RV regardless of the assistant.
"Your Highness, please step back."
The bodyguard stopped Claudia since he was afraid Evan would blame him. But he just said the words. He wouldn't do anything to Claudia since she was a princess.
The knocking kept.
In the RV, it was very hot. Avery reached out to slap, hearing the knock.
They have been having sex and kept the team waiting. Everyone knew what they were doing inside the RV.
"Get out of me..."
Before Avery could see what was going on, she felt the weight. Evan got on top of her again...
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