Just as Sophia lifted the quilt, her legs were shaking like crazy. It was clear I had worn her out.
But she still tried to get out of bed. She tiptoed on the floor, then followed by her heels, and finally pushed herself up with her arms to stand.
However, she couldn't stand for more than two seconds before losing her balance and falling. I reacted quickly and caught her, holding her tightly in my arms.
"Don't push yourself. Let me carry you," I said as I bent down to lift her up.
She was petite and quite slim, so lifting her was a breeze.
Sophia hooked her hands around my neck, her face nestled under my jawline. Her shallow breaths brushed against my cheek, sending an itching sensation through me.
"Do you need to grab anything?" I asked.
"Yeah, I need my shoes and bag from the office," she purred.
"Alright, I'll carry you there." I nodded and carried her out of the lounge, closing the door and heading towards the sofa.
Traces of our lovemaking just now were left on the sofa, and some fluids had even dripped onto the floor, leaving dried marks.
Sophia blushed at the sight as if the memories of our intimacy had once again surfaced in her mind.
"Why so shy? You sounded pretty pleased just now," I teased.
"Shut up, put me down quickly, I need to sit and put on my shoes," Sophia urged, pushing my shoulder.
I complied and gently put her down.
Sophia sat on the sofa and neatly placed her shoes in front of her. She first supported her left foot with a high heel and slipped it on, then did the same with her right foot.
After Sophia put on her shoes, I suddenly felt like her shoes had some kind of magic.
The moment he put on high heels, her relatively short legs seemed to appear slender and shapely.
I was amazed and couldn't help but say, "I didn't pay much attention to how you looked in high heels before, but suddenly I find you very attractive in them. Especially your legs, so long and slender."
With that, I bent down slowly, kneeling in front of her, to admire her beautiful legs.
Sophia said proudly, "Every piece a woman wears has a purpose, and today, my outfit is carefully chosen."
"It's green on top, with a lace design on the chest. Visually, you can feel that my breasts are very full, right?" she continued to explain.
I nodded dumbfoundedly, "Yeah, it looks very charming."
"That's because I'm wearing a push-up bra, which gathers all the flesh on my breasts together. But with the lace design as a cover, others would just think my breasts are naturally this big," she added.
As she explained, I realized it made sense.
At first, I was indeed drawn to her full breasts.
But when her clothes came off, and I held her breasts in my hands, they didn't seem as big, still just about the size I could hold in one hand.
"Dressing well is a big plus. You should do it more often; I love seeing it," I said shamelessly.
"Pervert!" Sophia rolled her eyes at me, complaining, but her lips couldn't hide the slight smile.
It seemed like she enjoyed being liked by me.
"Let's go, I'll take you home," I said.
"Then help me get my bag first, it's on the shelf by the door," Sophia extended her arm, pointing to the shelf by the door.
I looked in that direction and then got up to get the bag.
Seeing the dried marks on the floor, Sophia seemed unable to bear it, or perhaps she was afraid of being discovered. She directly got up to get the wet wipes on the table, intending to wipe the marks on the floor and sofa.
When I turned around, she, with weak legs and high heels, accidentally twisted her foot and fell to the ground.
A scream echoed in the office, reverberating through the room.
I quickly ran over and squatted down to check her ankle. "Are you okay?" I asked, concerned.
I pinched her ankle a couple of times. She didn't react at first, but the second time, her foot jerked back suddenly.
"Ouch!" she yelped.
I carefully examined the area where she was in pain. There were some red marks and a bit of swelling, but it didn't seem to be a serious injury. I breathed a sigh of relief.
"It's okay, just a slight twist, not the bone," I reassured her. "When you get back, have Mr. Williams help you use a warm compress, or you do it yourself tonight. After twenty-four hours, switch to a cold compress. If it still hurts, go to the hospital for a check-up."
"Okay," Sophia replied softly.
This time, she really couldn't walk.
Helplessly, I casually hung her bag around my neck, then bent down to lift her up from the ground again.
"Now that's settled, I have to take you to your doorstep. But it's actually a perfect excuse; no one would suspect how we ended up together," I said.
"What excuse?" she asked in confusion.
"Just say you twisted your foot and asked me to help you." As I spoke, I gently adjusted Sophia in my arms, lifting her slightly higher for a more secure hold.
Sophia wrapped her arms around my neck, thereby slowing her descent.
We reached the elevator, and Sophia said, "Take the elevator directly to the basement, my car is parked in the underground garage."
"OK." I pressed the button for the basement floor.
As soon as I stepped out of the elevator, I saw Sophia's white Cayenne, and even before getting out of the elevator, Sophia conscientiously took out the car keys from her bag and unlocked the car.
I opened the passenger door first, helped Sophia in, and considerately fastened her seatbelt.
As I was about to get up from the passenger seat, Sophia took advantage of my distraction and kissed my cheek lightly.
"A reward for your thoughtfulness," she purred.
"Thank you." I smiled and replied, then quickly got to the driver's seat, fastened my seatbelt, started the car, and drove off.
The car smoothly made its way to Sophia's home, arriving half an hour later.
Just as we arrived, we coincidentally met Robert, who had just returned home.