Ex-husbands love novel (Sharon and Fameson) novel Chapter 307

Hearing the unusual voice on the other end of the phone, Tiffany immediately said, "I should be asleep.Bye-bye."

She hung up the phone without hesitation.

The busy tone was ringing.

Jameson slightly kissed behind her ear and said in a low, hoarse voice, "Are you finished?"

It was not finished.

It was obviously interrupted by the jerk.

Before Sharon could speak, the man moved his kiss from behind her ear to her neck.

It was itchy and numb.

Sharon couldn't help but clenched her fingers tighter and tried to control her breath, "It's getting late, you should...."

Jameson gently bit her fair skin, "What should I do?"

Sharon hissed in pain and said, "Are you a dog?"

"I can be anything."

Jameson grabbed her shoulder and turned her around.

Then, he pushed her against the railing and bit her lips, "Your friend won't come back tonight.Can I stay?"

"No...."

Before Sharon could reject, her mouth was firmly blocked.

Even if he didn't speak, there seemed to be a voice echoed in her brain, "I'm not discussing."

The cold wind blew wildly, but Sharon didn't feel anything.

Instead, she felt as if she was thrown in a large stove, so hot that she could not breathe.

Jameson touched her face and deepened his kiss.

Not long after, Sharon's knees felt so weak to stand.

She stretched out her hands and placed them on Jameson's chest and then retreated and gasped for some air.

Her eyes were filled with tears, "Alright.Fine...."

Jameson's deep eyes were fixed on her beautiful lips.

He leaned forward to kiss her again, "As you said."

Sharon was curious.

What did she say? Jameson let go of her and loosened his tie, "Are there any clothes for me?"

Sharon realized what he really wanted and looked at him with caution.

Without a second thought, she said, "No!"

"Alright, I don't care."

He took off his tie and threw it on the sofa, heading towards the bathroom.

Sharon gritted her teeth and had to get him Ruben's clothes.

She came to the door and knocked, "I'll leave them here."

"Bring them in.’ Sharon was speechless.

Sharon choked off her idea to kill him and opened the door.

Just as she was about to put the clothes on the dresser, she saw him facing her.

His shirt was half unbuttoned, revealing his robust chest.

Further down were the faint six-pack abs.

Sharon instantly found her eyes burning.

She quickly put her eyes back and faltered, "Here are clothes, I should...’ 

When she was about to leave, Jameson leaned beside her, with one hand against the wall and looked sideways.

He began with a low voice, "Which towel is yours?"

"Don't use my towel! There's a disposable one over there.Use that to wash...." Sharon pointed casually.

Jameson bent over and came closer to her, "Where?"

"Wash wherever you like."

As Sharon spoke, she wanted to escape from Jameson's arms, but what she didn't expect was that Jameson suddenly retracted his hand and she fell directly into Jameson's breast.

The man's thin lips curled up.

He put his arms around her waist, "Don't rush.We still have time tonight."