Chapter 212
Dorothea watched Latham’s throat move as he swallowed, suddenly at a loss for words.
“You do the dishes. I’m heading back to my room p>
Latham’s eyes darkened with want, and he started washing the dishes even faster.
In the bathroom, Dorothea made sure to scrub every inch of herself clean. Still, just thinking about what had happened—and what Latham had said—sent heat rushing to her cheeks. It was all in the agreement. She couldn’t exactly back out now.
Pulling on a silk nightgown, her face still flushed, she stepped out of the bathroom just as Latham came out from his shower next door. Steam clung to his skin, making the air between them feel heavy and warm.
“Should I turn off the lights?” Latham’s voice was deeper than usual, rough and magnetic.
Dorothea’s mind went blank. “Turn them off p>
Suddenly, the room was dark.
Latham’s gaze became unreadable, as deep and shadowy as the space around them.
All she could make out was the glimmer in his eyes. Without thinking, she licked her lips. “You p>
Before she could finish, Latham pulled her gently forward, his arm wrapping around her waist.
With his other hand, he cupped the back of her head.
Even in the darkness, he leaned down and found her lips perfectly, pressing his mouth to hers.
He’d wanted to do this since dinner.
Her lips were so sweet, so soft. It felt like forever since their last kiss.
Dorothea’s breath caught in her throat, and she tried to pull away.
But as soon as she moved, his arm pulled her even closer.
Her thin silk nightgown pressed against his solid, warm chest, the heat between them almost burning.
Latham’s kiss grew deeper, his tongue slipping past her lips with practiced ease. Dorothea panicked, stepping back, but he didn’t let up, following her every move.
Every inch of her skin felt hot. Her mind went blank, her heart racing so fast she could barely stand it.
Suddenly, Latham let go of her lips, his voice low and gravelly. “Can we keep going p>
Dorothea could only think one things Latham was the worst. He’d stopped at the exact moment she was about to give in, like he wanted her to step into his trap all by herself.
“If you’re not going to do it, then forget it.” She gave him a little shove.
Latham leaned in, grinning as if he’d won. “Look at you. You’re the one who’s rushing now p>
He stared at her lips, still shiny from his kiss. “Let’s do it p>
The world faded into darkness. Dorothea bit her lip and closed her eyes, losing track
of everything as the night went on.
If her internal clock hadn’t woken her
up, Dorothea was sure she could have slept until the afternoon She forced herself out of bed, sore all over. There was no sign of Latham anywhere.
It was eight o’clock.
She’d only managed five hours of sleep.
She remembered going to her room
at ten last night, and in a daze,
realized Latham hadn’t let let her go
unur three in the morning.
It was only Monday, but he’d already nearly used up his “quota❞ for the week.
Just one more time left.
Dorothea had never realized Latham could be this… insatiable.
At least, all the marks on her body were hidden under her clothes.
She hurried through her morning routine and got ready. As she stepped out of her
room, the smell of breakfast hit her.
Latham was in the kitchen, wearing nothing but an apron.
“You’re awake. I made you a sandwich and a soft-boiled egg. Is that okay p>