Helen’s POV:
After dinner, we all walked out of the restaurant together. We bid one another goodbye and went our
own ways. Eventually, only George and I were left. George called Raul and asked him to take his car.
“Well, Mrs. Affleck, let me see how good your driving skills have been so far.” George held my hand,
and we walked toward my car. I had been holding back my chagrin through dinner.
Now that everyone was gone, I didn’t have a problem refusing George outright. I hissed, “A man of
nobility like you deserves better than a ride in my car. Just take your own.”
“Are you angry with me? Running into you at the restaurant was really just a coincidence.” As he
spoke, he took a step forward and trapped me between my car door and his arm. He leaned so close
that I felt his warm breath on my face. His deep yet gentle voice came to my ears. I had kept distance
from him on purpose just now back in the restaurant. I was afraid that my colleagues would see
through our relationship. If that happened, there was no imagining the kind of rumors that would go
around about us.
Chapter 667 Misunderstood By Colleagues
It wouldn‘t only affect my career but also damage his reputation. However, George didn‘t seem to care
at all. With my back against my car door and George‘s body practically on top of mine, I was, for all
intents and purposes, backed in a corner. Seeing the painfully obvious desire in his eyes, I covered my
mouth and shot daggers at him with my stare.
“Are you so afraid of me, Mrs. Affleck?” George said with a smile, lowering his head. He reached out
and pulled down my hand, squeezed my wrist, and then leaned in to kiss me. I had nowhere to go, and
I couldn‘t stop him without physically hurting him and causing a scene. I ended up closing my eyes.
It was the first time that we‘d been so intimate in a public place. My heart started hammering against
my ribcage. He kissed me slowly and gently for what felt like forever. When my knees finally turned to
jelly, he released me. The moment he let go, I hurriedly turned around and opened my car door. I
hopped in the driver‘s seat and grasped my chest with my hand.
It took a long time for me to calm down. George took the passenger seat and kept quiet the entire trip.
He might not have spoken, but the expression on his face said all kinds of things.
I was already very proficient in driving, but sitting next to me, George stared at me like he was going to
swallow me alive. All of a sudden, I got so flustered and distracted that I almost drove through a red
light.
Fortunately, I was able to regain my composure and drive us home safely. When we entered the
elevator, George finally decided to break his silence and said, “Your car is a little small.”
I was stunned for a while and then suddenly understood the real meaning behind his words. How could
he want to have sex with me in the car? The thought made my face grow hot. I glared at him and
snapped, “Are you thinking about sex all the time?”
“Yes,” George admitted frankly.
I was expecting an outraged denial from him, but he didn‘t give it to me, so I wasn‘t able to spit out my
sarcastic retort. As soon as I walked out of the elevator, George grabbed my hand and pulled me
toward the front door.
Next thing I knew, he was kissing me again. He sealed me inside an embrace so tight that I could feel
his chest heaving. Soon, he was prying open my mouth with his tongue, and then he began suckling on
my lips. A few moments later, he was reaching behind me and unzipping my dress with one fluid
movement.
As soon as my bare back touched the cold wall, I trembled helplessly. His hot, hungry kiss made my
head spin. Our lips remained locked as I opened the door with my fingerprint. We devoured and
undressed each other as we made our way to the bedroom. By the time our bodies hit the mattress, we
were both stark naked.
George pressed me under his body. He kissed me on the neck, caressed my breasts with one hand,
and reached down toward my vagina with the other. He was very skillful. He gently drew circles around
my nipple with his thumb while waggling his finger against my throbbing, aching clit.
It sent through me a jolt of pleasure so mind–numbingly delicious that I almost passed out. Fluid
poured out of me like crazy.
“Wow, honey. You‘re already so wet...” George bent over and whispered in my ear with a smile. His
voice was lower than usual, and it made my toes curl. I felt weak all over and couldn‘t help whimpering.
I could only lay in bed powerlessly and be at the mercy of my man. George got up, grabbed a condom,
and put it on.
Then, he took my legs and draped them on his shoulder. He put a pillow under my buttocks and slowly
entered me. I arched my back in response. “Oh... You‘re tight. Relax, honey.” George put his hands on
my waist and straightened his back. Before long, he was fully inside me. I grabbed onto his arms and
dug my nails into his skin.
Fluid gushed out of me like water out of a leaky faucet. Slowly but surely, George began to move. He
watched me as he plunged in and pulled out repeatedly. I gnashed my teeth together, trying to keep my
moans of pleasure trapped in my throat.
“Hmm...” The small sounds that I made seemed to fuel his passion. I looked at him and saw nothing but
desire in his eyes. His long, slow strokes soon turned into quick, powerful thrusts.
“Hmm!”
Next thing I knew, George and I were screaming in sweet agony. He collapsed on top of me without
pulling out of me. I wrapped my arms around his neck. The climax that we had just experienced
together was so intensely electrifying that we both had been left with virtually zero energy.
After a long time of cuddling, I broke out of George‘s arms and attempted to slip out of bed. I wanted to
get up and take a shower, but he stopped me.
“It‘s the weekend tomorrow.” He didn‘t give me any chance to resist. He kissed me hotly once again,
and this time, he was more violent than before.
Yes, tomorrow was the weekend, but that didn‘t mean he could go too far with me in bed, did it? I was
exhausted. I collapsed on the bed, unable to exert myself.
Besides, I didn‘t have real weekends now. I didn‘t want to sit around and relax until the case was
completed. I suddenly found myself wishing that weekends were four days instead of two.
I had to read every artist‘s contract at Fantail Entertainment carefully, and I couldn‘t miss any important
piece of information.
“Focus on me,” George muttered, reaching out and pinching my chin. He forced me to look up at him.
He was very dissatisfied with my distraction.
“How many times are you planning on having sex tonight?” I‘d been working all day, and making love
with George, albeit totally great and fun, was long and taxing. How could I have any energy for another
round now? I just wanted to sleep.
George sighed helplessly, bent over, and kissed me on the lips and then on the forehead. His
movements now were gentle and restrained. He held me in his arms. I was sleepy, but then he
suddenly started fucking me real hard. I felt like my soul had been floating in the air for a long time, and
now it was about to leave me. Finally, we reached climax together, again.
“I love you, Helen.” George didn‘t want to let go of me. He hugged me tightly and whispered in my ear,
“I‘ve loved you for a very long time.”
I was in a trance for a moment. It was the first time that George confessed his love to me so frankly.
I blinked, and my eyes stung with something. I couldn‘t decide if they were tears or sweat. I believed
that his love for me was genuine, but I had never told him that I loved him back. Because I understood
that love, regardless of its object, followed a hierarchy.
For example, among myself, my mother, Libby, and Jane, who did my father love the most and the
least? Carter had retrieved a lot of reliable research data about that tampered system, and each of
those data was now stored in an encrypted online database. I didn‘t know what George would do when
I showed him those data. I couldn‘t help wondering that among myself, Jane, and Zhester Technology,
who did George love the most and the least?
To him, how important was I?
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