Next Man, Better Plan novel Chapter 283

Stephanie knew Jonathan well enough to feel the anger radiating off him.

The hand on her waist tightened, the pressure becoming a little painful, almost like a deliberate punishment.

She instinctively tried to pull away, but his grip only grew firmer.

Outside, the rain poured down, drumming against the car windows and creating curtains of water that snaked down the glass to join the puddles on the ground.

The damp air sealed them inside the car, creating a world separate from the one outside.

In the confined space, they breathed in each other's air.

He had every right to be angry.

Facing the furious man, Stephanie gently poked his chest.

Her beautiful eyes sparkled as she suddenly leaned in and planted a quick kiss on his cheek.

Jonathan froze, feeling the light, fleeting touch on his skin, carrying the sweet scent of the woman in his arms.

In the blink of an eye, Stephanie leaned back against her seat as if nothing had happened.

Her lips parted as she spoke, her expression earnest. “That’s why I texted you right away! I told you to come pick me up after work so we could show Quennel that I’m your wi—”

Before she could finish, Jonathan lunged forward, capturing her lips in a fierce kiss.

The hand on her waist yanked her against his chest while the other tangled in her hair, holding her head in place. The kiss was passionate and urgent, as if he wanted to meld her into his very being.

Stephanie couldn't escape, and her heart began to hammer against her ribs.

His tongue delved deep, tangling with hers… A blush spread from her neck all the way to the tips of her ears.

They hadn't been this intimate in a while, not since before his business trip, and Stephanie felt incredibly shy.

Her mind flashed back to the live stream and the comments from netizens fawning over his “abs, pecs, and chiseled waist.”

Oh god, what kind of dirty thoughts was she having?

The situation was spiraling out of control as Jonathan’s breathing grew heavy.

Seeing Stephanie still dazed and seemingly lost in the memory of their kiss, Jonathan cleared his throat.

“Unless,” he said, his tone serious, “you’d rather do it in the car?”

Stephanie was startled.

When she realized what he was implying, her cheeks burned, and a deep blush spread across her neck.

She said nothing more, pretending to be engrossed in her phone.

Jonathan saw right through her act but didn't call her out on it, a smirk playing on his lips.

He had never seen her this shy before.

Stephanie noticed a voice message on her phone from Cecilia, sent half an hour ago.

She tapped it, and Cecilia’s exaggeratedly loud voice instantly filled the car in full stereo.

“Stephanie, his pecs, his abs, that chiseled waist! Did you finally get to touch Jonathan? Is it all true, just like the netizens said? How does it feel? I’m dying of curiosity!”