Chapter 363 I Haven't Eaten Enough
Sophia's lips twitched. Why did she have to choose just one? Why couldn't she have them all?
Her clear, almond-shaped eyes darted around, a hint of mischief flashing in them.
Finnley was staring at her intently without blinking. Seeing the change in her expression, he immediately guessed what Sophia was thinking.
But he didn't stop her—he wanted to see what exactly Sophia was going to do.
The next second, Sophia suddenly leaned in and kissed him on the lips, so unexpectedly that he had no time to prepare.
Feeling the softness and sweetness on his lips, all of Finnley's restraint crumbled. He immediately cupped the back of her head and deepened the kiss.
Sophia responded actively, getting lost in his kiss.
Finn had tactfully left at some point, and Chase had long gone upstairs to get the documents.
The entire living room was unusually quiet, with only the sound of their intertwined breathing and wild heartbeats filling the air.
Finnley slowly closed his eyes, savoring her sweetness. The next second, his hand suddenly felt empty.
He abruptly opened his eyes to see Sophia blinking at him mischievously.
The cake box that had been in his hand was now in hers.
Sophia waved the cake box in front of Finnley like she was showing off, saying proudly, "Only kids make choices. Adults want it all, of course."
Finnley rubbed his forehead helplessly, letting her open the cake box and taste it.
"Delicious!" Sophia nodded repeatedly as she ate, her fair and delicate little feet swinging, showing her joy.
Seeing her completely focused on the cake and totally ignoring him, Finnley felt a bit upset.
He leaned over and murmured in a low voice, "Didn't you say you wanted it all? Aren't you forgetting something?"
Sophia paused with her little fork in hand, then picked up a piece of cake with lots of cream and held it to his lips. "Here, you eat."
Finnley looked down at the milky white cream, thinking to himself—was this what he wanted to eat?
Still, something was better than nothing. Whatever...
He parted his thin lips and took a bite. The sweet, creamy taste mixed with strawberry spread through his mouth.
For him, it was a bit too sweet and cloying.
But meeting Sophia's expectant eyes, he couldn't help but nod. "It's good."
How could Sophia not see his reluctance? She huffed lightly and pulled the fork back. "I won't make you suffer. I'll eat it myself."
Finnley's gaze fell on Sophia's fair cheeks.
Her cheeks puffed up slightly as she chewed, and a bit of milky white cream stuck to the corner of her lips.
Sophia was completely unaware of this. Her tongue swept across her cherry lips and then disappeared.
Finnley struggled to look away, the veins at his temples becoming more prominent from the effort of holding back.
He'd miscalculated. He'd originally wanted to make her happy, and now she was happy all right—leaving him alone to suffer.
Finally unable to bear it any longer, Finnley snatched the cake from Sophia's hands and casually tossed it onto the coffee table.
Sophia let out a surprised cry. Before she could react, she was suddenly lifted into the air.
She instinctively wrapped her arms around Finnley's neck, steadying herself a bit. "What are you doing? I'm not done eating."
"You've already eaten too much tonight. Save the rest for tomorrow."
"But I haven't had enough." Sophia glared at him, feeling wronged.
Finnley's jaw was tightly clenched. He tightened his hold on Sophia and strode toward the stairs.
When Chase and Finn came out of the study, they happened to run into Finnley carrying Sophia back to their room.
Chase and Finn exchanged glances and tactfully stepped aside to let Finnley pass first.
After Finnley had gone, Chase smiled suggestively. "Looks like Mr. White and Mrs. White's relationship is progressing quickly. Maybe there'll be a baby soon."
"That would be great. Mr. Preston White has been hoping for a great-grandchild. But Mr. Alaric White is busy with his career, and Mr. Cillian White just knows how to play around."
Benjamin was the reliable one. Even bringing Sophia home that time—he didn't hesitate at all.
Before that day, the entire White family had been worried about his marriage, thinking that with his cold personality, it would be too hard to find a suitable wife.
"I think it's just that Mr. Benjamin White has been abroad for two years and hasn't had sex in too long," Chase teased.
Finn chuckled and glanced sideways at Chase. "Only you would dare to tease Mr. Benjamin White like that. Anyone else would've been fired already."
Chase smiled, his face showing undisguised pride. "Well, yeah. Look how many years I've been with Mr. Benjamin White."
In the bedroom.
Finnley gently placed Sophia on the soft bed, then leaned down over her.
Sophia's snow-white cheeks instantly flushed red. Just as she was about to say something, Finnley sealed her lips.
A tingling sensation spread from her lips and teeth, like an electric current quickly passing through, flowing to every part of her body.
Only when Sophia was breathless did Finnley move his thin lips away from hers.
Sophia and Finnley's bodies were pressed tightly together, one soft and one hard, fitting perfectly.
Sophia could clearly feel the burning heat radiating from his body.
She couldn't muster any strength at all and glared at him with her sparkling eyes.
Finnley chuckled softly and nuzzled her nose, murmuring in her ear, "Is that thing of yours over yet?"
"What thing?" Sophia pretended not to understand, wanting to see what he would say.
Finnley's ears, hidden under his thick dark hair, turned slightly red. "You know... that thing."
"I don't understand."
Sophia blinked her innocent eyes at him, a mischievous smile playing at the corners of her lips.
Realizing he was being teased, Finnley reached out to tickle her. "You dare play with me?"
Sophia hurriedly tried to block his hands, but he was too quick. His slender fingers touched her through the fabric.
At first, she could hold back, but soon she couldn't help laughing.
Finally, she gave up, looking at him tearfully. "I was wrong, I won't tease you anymore..."
Her cheeks were like ripe red apples, gorgeous and tempting, giving off a sweetness that made one want to take a bite.
Finnley tried to resist but couldn't control himself. He bit her tender cheek as punishment.
Sophia's eyes widened suddenly, like a startled little deer in the forest, innocent and bewildered.
Finnley let out a deep sigh. His large hand cupped the back of her head and buried her face directly in his chest.
After a while, he finally suppressed the restlessness in his body, and the tense veins at his temples gradually relaxed.
He released Sophia, rolled off the bed, and walked toward the bathroom.
If he stayed any longer, he might not be able to control himself.
These days of abstinence—when would they ever end?
Watching his retreating figure, as if he were fleeing in panic, Sophia couldn't help but cover her mouth and giggle.