I tentatively teased Scarlett a bit and found that she didn't seem to reject my advances, so I became more enthusiastic in my actions.
My two fingers slipped into her underwear, pinching her round clitoris and exploring every corner of her pussy.
Scarlett's breath became deeper and hotter, her legs uncontrollably tightening.
Her pussy clenched, making it difficult for my deeper exploration.
In frustration, I withdrew one hand and used my middle finger to rub her pussy.
Her body undulated like waves, and soon Scarlett couldn't help but tremble all over.
Her hands on my shoulders tightened, her chin resting on my shoulder, warm breath spraying on my neck.
Her breaths made my neck itch and heat up, almost making it hard to breathe.
It was both addictive and uncomfortable.
To pay back Scarlett, I intensified the movements of my fingers on her pussy.
My head buried in her neck, savoring her unique scent and the smoothness of her skin.
The scent wafted into my nostrils, tempting me like a delicate cake, and I couldn't resist lightly licking her neck.
"Ah..." Scarlett stretched her neck and let out a breath, shuddering as if electrified. "No... stop... I can't take it anymore."
Scarlett's words came out in fragments, her speech becoming disorganized.
But since I had come this far, and I wasn't about to let her off easily.
One hand continued to play with her pussy, while the other slipped under her shorts, feeling her smooth, round buttocks.
I lightly squeezed her buttocks, feeling their tender softness.
Scarlett had no choice but to hold onto me tighter, wrapping her legs around my waist.
Ryan was working in the study. Knowing him well, once he entered the study, he wouldn't come out for at least an hour.
It had been about half an hour since Scarlett and I had been entangled in our ambiguous intimacy.
If I paced my actions, I could make love within this half-hour.
My hands reached for her waistband, ready to pull it down.
But Scarlett grabbed my hand. "Not here."
"Why not? Ryan won't disturb us." I said gently.
Scarlett pled, "Just in case, and I don't want to make love in the kitchen. This is where we cook; I prefer to do it in the bedroom."
I raised an eyebrow. The kitchen was where we cooked?
"How is this not considered cooking? You're the most delicious dish." I teased Scarlett, lifting her chin with my index finger.
But deep down, I wanted to test her reaction with a playful tone.
If she firmly rejected, I would respect her decision. But if she seemed hesitant, I would insist on in the kitchen.
"I said no, so no! If we're caught, we're done for!" Scarlett stared at me, resolute.
Helpless, I had to compromise with her.
If she allowed me to play with her pussy and kiss her, it was already a big concession.
Scarlett seemed like someone who needed to take things slow and steady. Jumping straight to lovemaking might be too much for her.
For the sake of our future happiness, I was willing to be patient.
After all, I had plenty of women at my disposal, so I didn't have to worry about satisfying my desires.
Suddenly, footsteps upstairs signaled Ryan coming out of the study!
I quickly let go of Scarlett, helped her adjust her pants, straightened my clothes, and walked out to the kitchen, pretending to play a game on the couch.
Scarlett also hurriedly fixed her appearance, pretending to be busy in the kitchen.
Soon, Ryan came downstairs and saw me playing a game in the living room.
He asked, "David, still down here?"
"Yeah, I'll go up shortly after." I kept my eyes on the screen, pretending to be focused on the game, even though it was still in matchmaking.
Ryan looked around and asked me, "What about Scarlett? Is she still in the kitchen?"
I nodded, "She should be. I haven't seen her come out."
"Okay," Ryan nodded and headed towards the kitchen.
I quickly canceled the game matchmaking and listened attentively to their conversation.
Scarlett asked, "Ryan? What's up? Weren't you just busying with your work?"
"I'm thirsty, I get downstairs to drink some water," Ryan answered.
"Why didn't you tell me? I could have brought it up for you." Scarlett forced a smile and asked.
I heard light footsteps in the kitchen, likely Scarlett's.
Then came the sound of a glass clinking and water pouring.
Anticipating their exit, I resumed playing the game, frantically tapping the screen.
"David, let's go upstairs and play games. It's more comfortable lying on the bed," Ryan suggested.
"One sec, Scarlett, I need to talk to you." I put away my phone, jogged to stand between Scarlett and Ryan, and linked arms with them.
With Ryan present, I made slightly intimate gestures with they both, so Ryan wouldn't get suspicious.
"What's up?" Scarlett asked.
"Ugh... Do you know about Ms. Taylor being hospitalized?" I hesitated to speak.
"What?! Mia is in the hospital? When did this happen? Why?" Scarlett sounded concerned.
Ryan patted her arm reassuringly. "Don't worry, let David explain."
I cleared my throat and continued, "The other day, Ms. Taylor found out her fiancé was cheating on her, lied about going on a business trip for two weeks, but was actually with his lover the whole time. And things went somehow ambiguously until today, when we suddenly received news that Ms. Taylor was hospitalized, leaving me without guidance at work."
I narrated the situation to Scarlett in the third person, complaining about the inconvenience of Mia's absence to dispel any doubts about my relationship with her.