Next Man, Better Plan novel Chapter 228

Stephanie walked over to the mattress, reaching out to press down and test its firmness.

Crouching on the floor, Jonathan’s gaze fell upon her long, slender, porcelain-white legs, right before his eyes.

He suddenly hooked an arm around the back of her knees and, to Stephanie's surprise, pinned her down onto the mattress.

Stephanie's long, dark hair fanned out across the mattress in an instant.

She let out a startled cry, “Jonathan…”

Jonathan’s voice was deep and husky, his throat tight. “Stephanie, you’re seducing me.”

Wearing something so short, parading in front of him, and then deliberately taking forever in the shower to make him wait.

Only to come out and suggest he sleep on the floor.

No way.

He was a normal man!

And a man has his pride!

Stephanie was stunned. “...I’m seducing you?”

Jonathan's feverish breath was hot against her skin. He lifted his head slightly, pressing his forehead against hers. “Stephanie, forget what you're wearing. Even if you were wrapped in a bulky ski jacket, I’d still surrender to you.”

“…”

When had Jonathan become such a smooth talker?

As he spoke, he held her down on the mattress, his large hand covering hers, his long fingers threading through the gaps in a possessive grip, lacing their hands together.

Stephanie instinctively swallowed, the tips of her ears turning red.

If you can’t fight it, enjoy it.

She was kissed until she was breathless, feeling as if she were floating on a cloud. In the heat of the moment, she even wrapped her arms around his neck…

And nibbled his earlobe.

It was as if Jonathan had received a signal.

His eyes, dark and luminous, suddenly went wild as he pulled her into him.

Stephanie bit her lower lip, her hands caressing the burning skin of his face.

Her breathing grew heavier.

This was certainly an unforgettable experience.

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