Fated To Three, And I Broke Them All novel Chapter 32

Chapter 32: 32-Groping Her With Passion

Jaguar:

She stood before me, looking like a goddess in that see-through robe.

"Oh, it’s you. I got so scared. I thought they had come back," she said softly, placing a hand over her chest.

As she did, she accidentally pressed her hand against her breast.

They looked so soft and pale.

I couldn’t see only her nipples.

The rest of her breasts were visible as well.

By this point, my heart was pounding hard in my chest.

"I texted you, but I guess you didn’t see it," I replied guiltily.

When I looked up again, I noticed she seemed out of it.

"Are you okay?" I asked, ready to catch her if she lost her footing.

"I’m not sure. I’ve been trying to keep myself awake and not pass out because I’m afraid they’ll return,"

She barely managed to get the words out before her eyes started to roll back into her head.

I rushed forward and caught her before she could fall.

Her body, as soft as velvet, rested in my arms.

Being this close to her while she was practically naked made my pants feel tighter.

I carried her carefully into her bedroom and laid her down on the bed.

I got my first look at her room, which normally wouldn’t have interested me if it belonged to another woman.

But everything about Verity felt like an achievement.

I had earned the privilege of being in her bedroom.

The furniture was mostly beige, accented with soft pink pillows and covers.

There were pieces of artwork scattered around the room, all in shades of pink and beige.

My throat tightened as I gently lowered her onto the bed.

She lay on top of the baby pink sheets, looking fragile and exhausted.

Her long platinum-blonde hair spread across the pillow and around her body.

After watching her for a moment, I finally pulled my hands away and started to step back from the bed.

Suddenly, she grabbed my hand and gasped for air.

I sat down immediately to check on her.

She had woken up again and looked utterly terrified.

"Please don’t leave. I’m afraid they’ll come back," she sniffled drowsily.

"I’m not going anywhere," I told her, brushing my fingers against her cheek as I sat down beside her again.

The feel of her skin beneath my fingertips was mesmerizing.

All I could say was that her body felt as soft as velvet.

I could tell she had slowly regained consciousness because her eyes were no longer threatening to close.

She watched me for a moment before taking my hand and placing it against her chest.

I could feel the gentle rise and fall of her breathing beneath my palm.

Her breasts were so full and pressed together that my hand seemed to sink into their softness the moment I touched them.

"Look how fast my heart is beating," she murmured with a pout.

"Your husband will be very lucky," I remarked, trying to distract myself with the comment.

"How so?" she asked innocently, tilting her head from side to side and blinking up at me.

For a moment, I thought that this probably wasn’t even close to what a moon goddess would look like.

"I mean, you have a body he will cherish," I murmured, swallowing against the lump that had formed in my throat.

"That’s just ridiculous," she replied, rolling her eyes. "It’s not that great. I’m just an average woman."

Her words made me stare at her in disbelief.

Who had told her she was average?

I had never discussed it with anyone, but I’d seen the entire office watch her whenever she walked by.

The way her hips swayed. At times, it made me want to poke their eyes out.

"For example, look at your breast."

The moment I said it, I saw her body flinch slightly, and I liked the reaction far more than I should have.

So I continued.

"Imagine your husband comes home tired."

My voice dropped lower as I leaned closer.

My hands curled into fists and rested on either side of her legs, supporting my weight as I hovered over her.

The mattress beneath me felt hot, as though it were urging us closer together.

She listened quietly, fluttering her eyelashes as she watched me, waiting for me to continue.

"And you’re there waiting for him. He comes over, takes you into his arms, and carries you to this very bed."

Now she was watching me with amusement, waiting to hear what I would say next, and I was ready to work my charm on her.