Flash Marriage: Slow Down Mister novel Chapter 62

The following early morning.

When Clara woke up, Horace had freshened up and was standing in front of the mirror, buttoning up his shirt.

His buttons were still mostly unbuttoned, exposing a little of his chest, firm and white, his muscles well defined and as perfect as a work of art.

Clara didn't expect to see such a thing so early in the morning, and she was a little dumbfounded.

Noticing Clara's confused look in the mirror, the corners of Horace's mouth lifted slightly in an imperceptible curve, and his low voice rang out, "What? Are you still satisfied?"

Clara then returned to her senses and froze for a moment before realising that Horace had asked if she was happy with his body.

She blushed and averted her eyes.

Horace raised an eyebrow as he watched the young woman look away in panic, a hint of displeasure flashing in his eyes.

Ignoring the few buttons still scattered across his chest, he turned to Clara's side of the bed and leaned down, cupping her chin and forcing her gaze back to his.

"Clara," Horace whispered, his voice low and sexy, "see if you want to, I'm not charging you."

Clara's eyes rounded.

Was it just her? Why did she think that Horace, the guy, was getting shameless in his words?

Clara couldn't beat Horace for cheekiness, and she blushed even more at the slight exposure of his firm chest in front of her.

Fearing Horace would see how nervous she was, she could only change the subject haphazardly, "So... do you think your grandfather will know that we didn't have sex last night?"

Horace's eyebrow tilted, leaning a few more inches lower, "Maybe, so?"

"So..." such proximity made Clara increasingly flustered and spoke without thinking, "So will we be scolded..."

Horace's eyebrow raised even higher, "Clara, are you implying something to me?"

Clara froze, and when she realised it, she wanted to bite her tongue!

She was stupid to bring that up!

"I didn't mean it..." she said in a panic, afraid that Horace would take it the wrong way.

"That's not what you meant? Then what do you mean?" Horace gave a soft laugh, his breath blowing on the tip of Clara's nose as he spoke, "Don't you know that men are most sexually active in the morning?"

Clara's face was as red as a tomato, and her words stuttered even more, "I, I'm not..."

Horace had been joking, but he hadn't expected the little woman in front of him to take it seriously. Instead of showing such a flustered expression, the curve of his mouth couldn't help but increase.

"Just kidding." He whispered, and before Clara could sigh of relief at those words, the second half of Horace's following sentence had her entire nerves tightening again, "But... your concerns have a bit of a point, so we'd better do something about it. "

"Huh?" Clara panicked, and before she could ask Horace what he would do, Horace leaned down and buried his head between Clara's pale neck.

"Ah!" Clara was startled and tried to struggle, but as if Horace had foreseen it, he snapped her hands together with one hand, leaving her pinned to the bedding, unable to move, "Horace... what are you doing! You, what are you doing..."

The wet, tickling sensation came from between her neck; Clara was terrified and tried to cry out in horror, but the tingling sensation spread throughout her body, and by the time she said the second half of the sentence, her voice could not help but tremble slightly.