Chapter 58 Coveting His Flesh
Aria smiled sweetly. "Of course, Eugene will respect Ms. Brown as an elder from now on." She even tugged at Eugene's hand, urging. "I think of Francis as my brother. Now that Jennifer is his girlfriend, you should respect her. And you should apologize for the car accident too."
Eugene's pupils trembled. He gritted his teeth and said. "Ms. Brown, I didn't think things through last time. I'm sorry." His feelings were complicated, but in this situation, he had no choice but to back down.
Jennifer was a bit surprised, but seeing Eugene's defiant look, she held back a smile and accepted.
The two left early to deal with Eugene's stained clothes and injured mouth. Ryan heard there was some trouble and came over to ask. Francis just said the problem was already solved. Jennifer mentioned she was planning to enter this year's "Luminous Charm Jewelry Creative Contest." Ryan smiled kindly and said. "Too bad I'm a judge, otherwise I could give you some advice."
Jennifer said very seriously. "Mr. Mitchell, I'm not bringing this up hoping you'll leak questions. I'll get to the finals with my own skills."
Ryan laughed heartily. "That's the spirit."
The two then chatted about interesting design stories, mixing in comments and insights about several pieces. They had a great conversation.
Seeing Jennifer's radiant expression when talking about design, Francis felt he still knew too little about her. Her clean little face seemed to glow with a soft light. Although he didn't understand much about jewelry design, seeing how well Ryan and she got along, he knew Jennifer was talented.
Since Francis had been drinking, he called a driver to take them home. Jennifer and Francis sat in the back seat. Her outfit and jewelry today were chosen according to Francis's preferences, and he really liked them.
Actually, when he picked her up, he had the urge to pull her into a fitting room for some intimacy. He only held back until now to not delay Ryan's party. So on the road, his hands started moving restlessly over her body, pinching her earlobe one moment, caressing her shoulder the next. He even leaned close to her neck to smell her, saying in a low voice. "Smells so good." Then he tried to kiss her.
Jennifer endured it for a while, but finally couldn't take it anymore. She had to press down his hand and whisper. "Don't do this, there's someone here."
If she didn't stop him, his hand would soon be going under her skirt. Making out in front of the driver - she really wasn't that open-minded.
Francis grunted and pressed a button. The privacy screen rose up. Now the driver couldn't see or hear what they were doing in the back. He smiled and turned her face toward him, kissing her carefully - from her eyes, to her nose, to her lips. Francis's breath, heavy with alcohol, sprayed on her face, moist and intoxicating. Jennifer's mouth had a faint sweet wine taste. Their scents mingled, and the temperature in the car seemed to rise.
Jennifer was getting turned on by the kisses, but she still pushed Francis away, biting her lip and saying. "Stop kissing, you smell so much like alcohol!"
She turned to look out the window and even rolled it down to let the breeze dissipate the intimate atmosphere in the air. She was still shy - if they kept kissing, they might not be able to resist having sex in the car again. Even if the driver couldn't see, he could easily guess what had just happened.
Francis frowned, as if remembering something, and suddenly lost interest too. He loosened his tie and lowered the privacy screen. The driver was puzzled - that ended so quickly? Seeing their clothes were neat, he figured they'd probably just whispered a few words.
When they got home, Francis was clearly in a mood. Jennifer saw his dark expression and made him a pot of honey water to help with the alcohol. She brought the honey water over, but Francis just glanced at it.
Jennifer took small sips of the honey water while sneaking looks at him. She had no idea why he was angry and didn't want to make it worse.
Francis watched her obedient manner and finally spoke. "You think I smell too much like alcohol - so who don't you mind? Eugene?"
So he was jealous. Jennifer looked up with wide eyes. "Why are you bringing him up? I broke up with him ages ago. He's pestering me just because he can't accept that I got a new boyfriend so quickly. What's worse - this man is better than him." Jennifer blinked, her face full of sincerity as she praised him.
Francis's expression softened a bit. He lifted his chin, and Jennifer brought the cup to his lips. He pushed the cup away, staring at Jennifer's lips and saying. "I don't want that."
Jennifer understood what he meant. She put the cup on the table, her face slightly flushed as she leaned over and kissed the corner of his mouth. Francis finally smiled.
She muttered quietly. "Do you men always have to be horny?"
Francis held her, taking in the honey water remaining in her mouth and said. "What's in the cup isn't as sweet as what's in your mouth. Feed me, I'm thirsty."
Jennifer's whole face blushed, but she still picked up the cup, took a small sip, and obediently leaned over to feed him. Water leaked from between their lips, wetting Francis's chin and dripping onto his gray shirt.
"Not enough, more." Francis swept through her mouth, then licked his lips with lingering desire.
Jennifer shyly fed him several more times. Half of this cup of honey water was drunk and half was spilled - his chest was all wet.
Jennifer asked breathlessly, "Had enough to drink?" Her hands were weakly propped against his chest.
Francis chuckled. "Done drinking, now it's time for a late-night snack."
"But I didn't prepare anything." Jennifer gasped softly. Then Francis flipped her over and pressed her onto the sofa. The dress he had personally chosen was pushed aside, revealing Jennifer's smooth, full body.
This time they tried a new position. Jennifer was on her hands and knees on the sofa, Francis standing behind her, thrusting even deeper. And because it was from behind, Jennifer kept nervously turning her head to look at him, which gave him great psychological satisfaction too. After twice, he carried Jennifer to shower, then another night of pleasure.
Through their frequent intimacy, Jennifer learned quickly. She became more and more familiar with Francis's habits, knowing when to change positions with just a look. The quality of their lovemaking kept improving - when tangled together in bed, they were like the most compatible lovers.
One day, Francis called to say he had to work late and wouldn't be coming home. Jennifer actually felt a bit disappointed. That night, lying alone in the empty bed, she tossed and turned, unable to sleep. She had already gotten used to being intimate with him every day and falling asleep in his arms.