Accidentally Pregnant By My Alpha Best friends (Madeline) novel Chapter 575

Graham:

After she stepped away in silence, I frowned and entered her office.

I noticed the office was set up like a compact studio.

A camera stood on a tripod facing the chair where she was going to sit, its lens fixed and ready.

Notes were spread across the table in front of the chair.

Soft lights were positioned around the space, casting a clean brightness that would erase shadows from her face.

Wires ran neatly along the floor, leading to a small monitor and sound equipment placed near the wall.

A microphone lay on the table beside her notes.

Everything was arranged properly, as if the room itself was waiting for her to go live at any second.

"What is it?" I asked her, slowly moving my hand from under her cheek.

"It's just that you're making me so horny," she admitted.

That explained why her initial reaction had been so cold.

I smirked and watched her fingers run up and down my shirt as she began to unbutton it.

"Are you sure you want to do it here?" I asked, noticing we were in her office.

"The crew will come back after a short break. We have time, although I know a little time is not what you need," she replied, a satisfied look on her face.

I could go on for hours. She knew that.

"And with you, it's even dangerous," I added as she reached for my belt and unbuckled it.

I started biting my bottom lip as her hands moved in haste, unbuttoning my shirt.

I smiled and leaned closer, pressing a kiss to her lips, then to her cheek, trailing down to her neck and then to her cleavage.

She moaned softly as her hand rested over the bulge above my pants.

It was just my cock in resting, but it felt natural, and that confused me.

Even when she touched me, I did not feel aroused.

However, I had to comfort her. I had to keep going.

I was sure it would happen. I wanted to fuck her.

It was just that my dick was not responding the way it should.

"Oh, Graham," she moaned as my lips met hers, and my hand slid under her shirt, reaching for her breast.

I pressed her breast hard, pinching her nipple, trying to wake up my sleeping soldier.

I wondered if it was because she had realized I was having a hard time getting hard.

"Come on, don't be upset."

I placed my hands on her waist and pulled her back, making her lean over my chest.

That was when I slipped my hand up her skirt again.

Even when she tried to stop me, I pushed two fingers inside her, moving them quickly, twisting them as I watched her bite down on her tongue and shake her head.

"No, I don't want it," she uttered, almost in a pleading tone.

But I did not stop.

I kept going, even preparing my third finger to push inside her, to explore her.The moment I touched the entrance of my third finger against her, she slapped my hand so hard that the base of my fingers almost went inside her.

She yelped before pulling herself together, grabbing my wrist again and pulling my hand out.

This time, she suddenly slapped me across the face.

It was not a dramatic slap, but one that showed she was upset that I had not stopped, and she made that clear.

I just did not understand what was going on.

Why did she suddenly stop?