Chapter 63 When did Mr. Ford become so infatuated?

"Ah!" Celeste was lying on the bed, her leg hoisted up high. Her eyes fluttered open, only to see Nathaniel taking over in a frenzy.

Nathaniel was totally into her body, already tight and slick, almost too much for him to handle. He peered down at her and issued a low command.

"Touch yourself."

"What...?"

"Your chest... touch it..."

Celeste's hands were still gripping the sheets next to her. At his command, she opened her eyes, looking puzzled.

"Yeah, like that... a bit harder, grab it..."

"Mmm!"

The woman beneath him was now playing along, gently stroking herself as he had asked.

Her breasts were squeezed between her fingers, swaying wildly with their movements. Celeste felt like she was a small boat in a stormy sea, completely dependent on Nathaniel for direction.

"Is this the spot?"

"Hmm?" Lost in the sensation, Celeste suddenly heard Nathaniel's voice and looked up confused.

But then she felt a sharp thrust.

He asked again.

"Here?"

"That must be it..."

"Ah!" When he hit her sensitive spot, Celeste couldn't even form words, only able to cling helplessly to him.

He continued to press down, relentlessly stimulating that spot until her entire body melted into submission...

Nathaniel stayed with her a while, letting her rest, his hand softly caressing her warm, flushed face, as smooth as silk.

The light sweat made her even more enticing.

Celeste tried to pull away, only to realize that he was hard again inside her.

"You..."

Nathaniel leaned down to kiss her, a mischievous smile on his lips. "I haven't said we're finished yet, darling."

"Mmm... be gentle..."

Soon, their intimate noises filled the room again, lingering on.

An hour later, Celeste was gasping for air, draped over him, her legs pinned down by him, devoid of any strength to pull away.

"Are you alright?" Nathaniel gently stroked her smooth back, his eyes appreciating her beautiful shape—her curves, her long legs, her especially tight passage—all things he found addictive.

"A little tired," Celeste murmured as she turned over, her face against his chest, still hearing his strong heartbeat. Then she playfully scolded him, "All your fault for taking so long."

"Hmm? Don't like it when I take my time?" Nathaniel teased, squeezing her full behind.

He intentionally nudged upward with his abdomen. "Don't like it?"

He was still aroused inside her.

With another thrust, he made her go soft again.

Celeste, worried he might not like a negative response, quickly reassured him with a flushed face, "I like it! I really do."

As she spoke, she slid off him and, not minding her nakedness, quickly walked to the bathroom to shower.

As the door clicked shut, Nathaniel's deep, husky laughter echoed from outside, making Celeste's cheeks burn even hotter.

Sophia's message popped up on her phone.

"Looks like the boss is a goner. We combed through the ship and didn't find a body. Just found out he jumped ship."

"Good for you, you can relax a bit. Zoe needs help tracking down some stuff, and I'm headed to Sea City too. Hey, did you figure out what my cover story should be yet? Lol!"

Sophia's coming?

The timing couldn't be better.

Otherwise, Celeste would still be stressed. Nathaniel has been suspicious of her identity recently, and it's been tough to make any moves right under his nose. But with Sophia's help, it would be a lot easier!

"Send me your flight details, I'll pick you up!"

…

In the room.

Nathaniel, feeling content, got up and wrapped a white towel around his waist before heading straight to the door.

"Sir, the desserts and fruits are ready, all freshly made," Felix murmured, tactfully keeping his head down.

"Just say what you want to say."

Nathaniel lit a cigarette and leaned against the doorway, feeling supremely relaxed.

Hearing this, Felix finally spoke, "We've got some findings from the orphanage. Mrs. Ford has been donating quite a bit over the years but rarely visits. Her resume doesn't cover everything, there are a few years unaccounted for."

Nathaniel flipped through a thin stack of papers.

They contained records of Celeste's travels, company dealings, and various notes.

The photos were blurry with the girl mostly wearing hats, but it was definitely Celeste.

"She's lost weight."

"What?" Felix thought he'd misunderstood, surprised by Nathaniel's lack of concern, "Sir, aren't you going to question her? There are doubts about Mrs. Ford's background..."

Nathaniel raised an eyebrow, deep in thought, realizing he needed to take better care of Celeste if she was thinner than before.

He chuckled softly, his gaze intensifying, "Why question her? Everyone has their secrets, don't we?"

"If she wants to play games, I'm game," he paused, then suddenly smirked, a mischievous glint in his eyes, curious to see how long she could keep up the facade.

"But—"

Felix tried to interject.

But Nathaniel cut him off with a chuckle, "Don't you find it somewhat intriguing?"

Intriguing? What's so intriguing about this?

Felix was on the verge of tears. When did Mr. Ford become so infatuated?