Chapter 142 So Happy As If I Walk on Air

"You sure know a lot of tricks," I grumbled.

"And there's a waterbed too, but having one at home might be risky; it could flood the place. I'll check which hotels have one, and we can go there," Daniel said.

I nodded, my face already flushed and feeling even hotter.

Being shy, I held back a bit, not fully responding to him and staying quiet.

"Baby, make some noise, I love to hear it," he said, squeezing my butt with one hand and pressing my clit with the other.

I moved my hips in sync with his quick thrusts, feeling a wave of pleasure rush to my head, as if my soul was trembling.

"No," I twisted, trying to escape his hand. He did remove the hand pressing my clit, but both hands were now on my butt, kneading and controlling my hips to meet his thrusts.

"Oh, no! I'm going to orgasm!" I shook my head in discomfort, instinctively tensing my body.

"You're so tight, I'm going to orgasm too. Let's do it together!" He moved even faster, not caring that my body was arching higher with his movements, until my head was almost hanging in the air. He finally let out a low growl, pulled out, and came on my stomach.

He held me, both of us panting. My hands, which had been holding onto him, now hung limply by my sides, my eyes staring blankly at the bathroom ceiling.

At the moment of orgasm, I felt as happy as if I were walking on air.

After a moment, he got up, carried me to the bathroom stool, and started washing me.

I was truly exhausted now, and I even fell asleep because it felt so comfortable.

In my daze, I felt him dry me off, put on a bathrobe, and carry me to the bed in the master bedroom.

Even in my sleep, I was constantly making love to him in my dreams.

When I woke up, I rubbed my head, saw a glass of water on the bedside table, and drank it.

There was a note from Daniel. "You must have been thirsty after all that sweat last night, so I put some glucose in the water."

No wonder the water tasted a bit sweet; he had added sugar.

Just as I was about to get out of bed, I felt my legs go weak and numb, and my vagina was a bit sore.

Realizing we had made love for too long last night, I need to be more restrained in the future.

I endured the discomfort and walked to the kitchen, where there was a pot of porridge on the stove, but it had already cooled.

It seemed he had left a long time ago.

I reheated the porridge and checked my email on my phone while eating. There was a message from Nicholas saying he had seen my contest entry and thought it was fantastic, so he emailed me to tell me.

I replied to thank him, and he quickly sent another email asking if I knew any simple and delicious recipes.

I couldn't think of any at the moment, so I replied honestly and suggested he try making congee with a rice cooker. Just added a little salt and some animal fat for extra flavor.

Nicholas: [I think your suggestion is great, I'm going to Tivest Supermarket to buy a rice cooker! Any brand recommendations?]

Did he not even have a rice cooker at home? I looked at the one Daniel bought in the kitchen.

I couldn't help but facepalm, realizing I was not much different from Nicholas.

I didn't know much about exported brands, so I had to search and compile some information to send to him.

Nicholas: [You're so sweet, thank you.]

While drinking porridge, I checked the news and saw that the Smith Group's tax issues had been investigated. James not only had to pay back over a hundred million dollars in taxes but also faced jail time.

He was already facing jail time, and now it might be extended.

The news also said that James' tax evasion had affected the subsidiaries he previously managed. Even though he was no longer managing them, the subsidiaries were also being investigated and temporarily shut down for a thorough tax audit.

I called Isabella. "That's not the subsidiary you were assigned, right?"

Isabella replied, "No, I found issues with that subsidiary and gave it to Aiden. Don't worry, even if the subsidiary I have has problems, it's not a big deal for me. A temporary shutdown for rectification is not the same as being ordered to close. Aiden can handle it."

"I'm not worried about Aiden, I'm worried about you," I sighed. They were divorced, and I didn't think as highly of Aiden as I used to.

"I'm fine, I just need to take care of your grandfather. I hired a caregiver to take over tonight; otherwise, I can't handle it."

"What about Mason and the others?"

"The company has issues too, so it's just me and Elizabeth taking turns. The cops have found surveillance footage on your grandfather's computer. It shows Preston pushing your grandfather, causing his head to hit the corner of the coffee table. Ryan tried to stop Preston and got hit in the head with a metal antique by Preston. The cops have started a manhunt for Preston, so be careful," Isabella reminded.