Chapter110 Turn Around and Get on Your Knees
Miranda's heart pounded like thunder, her face as red as a ripe tomato, trying to crawl away using all four limbs.
"Don't... don't do anything crazy. Let me up."
"I need to unpack. I have a business meeting tomorrow."
She had just crawled to the edge of the bed when a warm hand grabbed her ankle.
Clifton pulled gently and dragged her whole body back under him.
"I know."
Clifton leaned down, his nose brushing against hers, his voice impossibly husky. "So I'll help you."
"What?" Miranda hadn't caught on yet.
"You help me release, I help you too." Clifton said matter-of-factly, making it sound perfectly reasonable. "After we're done, you can rest properly and have plenty of energy for your meeting tomorrow. It's called mutual benefit."
Miranda laughed in exasperation. "That's sophistry! Criminal logic!"
"Fine, then it is."
Clifton gave her no chance to argue back. He forcefully pushed one leg between her knees, pinning down her thrashing legs, his long fingers deftly unbuttoning his shirt.
One button, two buttons, three buttons...
As the buttons came undone, beneath the originally formal black suit, large expanses of honey-colored skin were revealed.
Firm pecs, defined abs, and that tantalizing V-line...
Miranda had to admit, Clifton was criminally handsome.
No wonder he was countless women's dream man. Even something as simple as unbuttoning his shirt was charged with explosive masculine appeal that made her legs weak.
She swallowed hard, her eyes uncontrollably drifting to his abs.
Those lines...
Remembering how they felt when she touched them before, she had to admit, they felt amazing. Hard as rock but with elasticity.
Her look of wanting to stare but not daring to do so openly was caught entirely by Clifton.
The man's eyes gleamed with deeper amusement, like a superior hunter toying with a kitten fallen into his trap.
The next second.
Clifton suddenly grabbed Miranda's hand and pressed it directly against his burning abs.
The sensation under her palm was scorching and firm, rising and falling slightly with his breathing.
"Touch and see."
Clifton lowered his head, biting her earlobe, his voice impossibly low. "I haven't worked out these past few days because of my injury. Are my abs still there?"
As he spoke, his knee applied slight pressure, pushing her legs apart.
"Clifton, don't... don't do this." Miranda's voice trembled, her palm feeling burned as she tried to pull back, but he held it firmly in place.
Clifton chuckled low and kissed her lips, swallowing all her protests.
The temperature in the room climbed steadily, the ambiguous sounds of moisture echoing in the air.
Five minutes later.
Both their clothes were disheveled.
Clifton lifted himself slightly, looking at the woman beneath him whose eyes had gone hazy from his kisses, completely dazed.
His large hand traveled along her graceful waistline, sliding downward, slipping beneath that thin layer of fabric.
When he touched that wetness, the fire in Clifton's eyes exploded instantly.
"Oh?"
He leaned close to her ear, his lips curling wickedly, his voice husky as gravel.
"Wet already?"
Those two words were so blunt they were mortifying.
Miranda felt all the blood in her body rush to her head, dying of embarrassment.
"Shut up!"
She struggled in humiliation, trying to escape this suffocating control.
But with that movement, her knee unfortunately collided with the already ready beast below.
"Mmm..."
Clifton groaned, veins bulging at his temples as he sucked in a sharp breath.
That was a man's most vulnerable yet most dangerous place.
His already deep eyes now looked black enough to drip ink, radiating a predatory fierceness.
"Miranda, are you trying to kill me?"
"I... I didn't mean to." Miranda was scared too, her voice getting smaller.
"Since you have so much energy..."
Clifton took a deep breath, forcefully suppressing the urge to just thrust in.
He flipped her over, making her face away from him.
"Turn around. Get on your knees."
A commanding tone that brooked no argument.
"No..." Miranda refused with a sob. This position was too humiliating.
Clifton bent down, planting a kiss on her smooth back, his large hand gripping her waist to prevent escape.
"Be good."
He bit her ear, his voice carrying extreme restraint and coaxing. "I'll be quick... I have injuries on my back. You don't want my wounds to reopen, do you?"
He was using the injury excuse again!
Miranda bit her lower lip, cursing this devious man ten thousand times in her heart, but her body honestly went soft.
"Fine, but you... be quick."
"Mm, very quick."
However, Miranda soon regretted it.
She had miscalculated what this man's "very quick" meant and underestimated his stamina.
From three in the afternoon until the lights came on outside the window.
A full four hours.
The room was filled with an indescribable scent.
Miranda lay limp on the messy bed like a fish out of water, without strength to move even a finger.
She looked at the pitch-black sky outside, wanting to cry.
What happened to being quick?
Liar! Big liar!
The sound of water in the bathroom stopped.
Clifton walked out wearing only a towel around his waist, his hair damp, water droplets sliding down his firm chest and disappearing into his V-line, devastatingly sexy.
He looked refreshed without a trace of fatigue.
Hearing a low "liar" from the lump under the covers, Clifton laughed in good humor.
Not annoyed at all, he strode to the bed on long legs and pulled Miranda from under the covers into his arms.
"I ordered dinner. It'll be here soon. Want to eat something?"
He picked up the prepared pajamas and dressed her gently, like handling a fragile treasure.
Miranda originally wanted to refuse with dignity, but her stomach betrayed her with a loud growl.
"Hmph."
Miranda snorted coldly, letting him dress her while silently holding a grudge.
But...
She secretly glanced at Clifton.
He did keep his promise. Even like that this afternoon, he endured and didn't enter.
That must have taken incredible willpower.
Thinking of this, Miranda's anger subsided just a little bit.
Seeing the waiter deliver food that included shrimp, Miranda felt exhausted with just one movement.
"I want shrimp." She ordered imperiously.
"Okay, I'll peel them for you." Clifton's eyes were full of indulgence.