Chapter 229: Flirting with Men (Part 1)
“You look really pretty when you smile,” Jack said, “Remember when I did this at the pasta place? I was trying to make you laugh, but you ignored me.”
“Really?” At that time, Alison’s head was too full of worries about the children to notice.
“Of course. Go ask the waitstaff there right now.” He started to get up.
“Hey, you haven’t applied the ointment yet.”
He grimaced, clenching his teeth. “Go ahead. I won’t move. I’ll be good.”
She dipped a cotton swab in the medicated solution and touched it to his skin. She paused and asked with concern, “Does it hurt?”
He still grimaced. “Yes. Hurry up and put it on. Once it’s on, blow on it for me, or it’ll hurt too much.”
She chuckled, amused by him.
“Huh? Still like fighting?”
“Don’t mention it. Just blow on it.”
“Fine.” She gave his arm a gentle pinch as she agreed. “You asked for this.”
“Ouch! Are you trying to murder your husband?”
“So what if I am?” she said, leaning down to blow on his wound.
She blew on his swollen skin, and he lay still, savoring the moment.
Just as she was about to sit up, he pulled her down onto him.
“If you’re trying to murder me, I’ll have to punish you properly.” He grinned.
He started to tickle her. “Dare you murder me? Huh?”
She begged for mercy. “Please stop! I’ll never do it again.”
“Call me honey.”
“Honey, I’ll never do it again.”
“Fine. I’ll let you off this time. But you have to help me bathe.”
“Huh? You’re not a child. I only bathe the kids.”
“You’re being biased again. You’ve bathed the kids, but never me. I’m injured and can’t bend over or move easily.”
“Jack, you just had the ointment, and you can’t bathe now.”
“I forgot that. I need to bathe, and then you can reapply the ointment.” He said stubbornly.
“Jack, you’re being unreasonable.”
“I’m not. You’re my wife after all.”
He stood up, scooped her up, and carried her into the bathroom.
“Jack, you are strong enough to bathe yourself.”
“No, I can’t. I have abdominal cramps.” He grinned and spread his arms wide. “Come on, undress me.”
Alison stood on the bathroom floor, helpless in the face of this shameless man.
As she stepped closer, she realized this was actually the first time she’d undressed him.
As she undid the buttons, his broad pectorals were soon exposed.
She blushed, her pulse racing wildly.
He moved in time with her, lifting his arms as the shirt slid off his body.
“And the pants, and…” He paused, hinting at the next step—removing his underwear.
“Stand still! Don’t move!” she called out, feigning sternness. Inside, though, she was laughing at his shameless playfulness.
When she tried to pull the zipper down, her hands trembled so much that it took her several tries, sweat breaking out on her forehead.
“How stupid,” he muttered, annoyed.
He took her hand, gave the zipper a firm tug, and it slid open. As he released his grip, the pants fell limply to the floor.
There was a long streak on his brief.
“Jack, you…” She lowered her head, unable to look directly at his body.
He watched her slightly parted lips, a surge of desire rising within him.
However, he restrained himself.
He turned on the faucet, took her hand, and placed it on his body. “Hurry up and wash me. We still need to apply the medicine. I’m tired.”
She closed her eyes as her hands glided over his body with the water, quickly washing away the sweat.
Her clothes grew damp from the splashing droplets, her curves faintly visible through the misty steam.
His eyes burned with desire, and he could no longer hold back. “Alison, I want you.”
“No, you can’t.”
He leaned close to her ear and whispered, “Don’t worry. After this, I’ll take you to the guest room.”
He knew he should let her go back, but desire was already consuming him.
He only wanted to give to her.
He slid into her again and again; their moans tangled with the hiss of steam, the bathroom heavy with heat and want.
The sound of his hips slamming against hers echoed.
The night was enchanting, enveloping all her senses in this exquisite moment.
Finally, with a low growl and a surge of heat, he surrendered to her completely.