Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick) novel Chapter 74

Patrick really kept his promise, trying all the positions in the video one by one.

Amelia also enjoyed it and kicking the ashtray on the table to the ground by mistake.

The secretary outside the door was shocked, thinking Mr. Hopper was beating Madam Amelia.

By the time Patrick withdrew his "little brother", Amelia was so tired that didn't want to move anymore,

while Patrick felt refreshed and cleaned her pudenda.

Since there might be colleagues coming in at any time, Amelia Ramsay braced herself up and said in a hoarse voice, "Can you let go of me now?"

To be honest, this kind of posture was very desiring more or less. Once he looked at it, he wanted one more sex.

Considering it's working hours, Patrick could only let it go and lowered himself to untie the tie on her wrists.

When he stayed there, the hair on his forehead would hang down to her eyelids, feeling itchy.

The closer he got, the more his sweat was seen, the more Amelia wanted to kiss him as appreciation.

When she was about to put this idea into action, Patrick had already sat up, with the tie in his left hand, which looked like a sisal rope.

Patrick simply threw it aside, stood up, and picked up a backup one from the drawer.

Seeing that he quickly turning into working mode, Amelia stood up from the sofa. There were some red marks on her hands as they had been tied. With the background of her white and smooth skin, the marks looked embarrassed.

After tidying up his collar, Patrick saw that.

Seeing him walking towards her, Amelia couldn't help putting her hands behind.

Five... three... One...

Regardless of her unwillingness, Patrick took her hand and rubbed the marks, frowning and saying, "I'm so sorry."

When Amelia was about to say something, Patrick asked her to wait.

Patrick opened the door, and asked his secretary to buy a tube of ointment.

The secretary had one in her purse and gave it to him.

Patrick thanked her.

The secretary was flattered as it was the first time that Mr. Hopper had thanked her.

When he returned to the office, Amelia was really waiting for him like a little child. Patrick's heart softened and said, "Give me your hand."

Seeing the ointment, Amelia reached out her hands.

Squeezing some ointment on his finger, Patrick applied it on her wrist and then rubbed it wider tenderly, as if he was serving an expensive glass vase.

Their heads were so close to each other that Amelia could even count his eyelashes.

He had done, but his thumb was rubbing her skin, asking, "Do you need massage all over?"

Amelia felt that there was a hint of malicious intention in his words and quickly shook her head, saying, "No, no!"

Patrick helped lift her collar as the marks he left on her neck shouldn't be seen by others. Well... they could continue when they were at home.