Next Man, Better Plan novel Chapter 285

Stephanie wrapped her arms around Jonathan’s neck and leaned in to nip his Adam’s apple. “Don’t talk. Kiss me…”

This bold side of Stephanie was utterly intoxicating.

Jonathan drew a sharp breath, his entire body feeling like it was on fire.

His large hand gripped her waist, responding to her provocation with actions rather than words.

The sound of the rain lashing against the windows seemed to seal them in their own private world, making their passionate kisses even more thrilling.

Stephanie felt almost breathless under Jonathan’s assault.

He was panting heavily as he carried her to the living room sofa.

Her eyes were misty as her body sank into the plush cushions.

“Stephanie, you taste so sweet.”

Stephanie bit her lip, the corners of her eyes flushed red.

Deciding to go all the way, she locked her arms around Jonathan, tilted her head back, and ran her fingers through his hair, messing it up. “If I’m so sweet, then you should have another taste.”

Jonathan paused, seemingly surprised by her initiative tonight.

…

Her skin was flushed pink, and she felt utterly spent.

Her throat was dry as a desert.

…

Meanwhile, outside the gates of The Obsidian Circle.

Quennel’s car was stopped by the security system.

The neighborhood was home to the rich and powerful, and outsiders couldn't enter easily.

The security guard glanced at the luxury car but didn't recognize the license plate. He waved his hand, signaling for them to leave.

Hobart turned to the back seat. “Sir, the guard won’t let us in. We can’t get through. Perhaps we should go back to the hospital…” He was worried about Quennel’s condition.

The anesthesia from his surgery should have worn off by now, meaning the pain would be setting in.

The doctor had also mentioned some minor intracranial bleeding, which should be absorbed on its own in a few days.

Quennel took a deep breath and scrolled through his phone, finding the number of a real estate agent he had saved two months ago.

The agent answered instantly. “Mr. Gonzalez, what a surprise to hear from you!”

Yves didn't have much of a relationship with Jonathan, so he had no idea.

But as it happened, he was out drinking with a group of wealthy heirs, and Tobias was among them.

“Hold on, Quennel, let me ask for you!”

Yves sidled up to Tobias.

Tobias, drunk and unguarded, answered everything he was asked.

Yves got the information he needed.

Back inside the house, just as the couple on the sofa were lost in their passion, the doorbell rang.

Blushing, she buried her head in Jonathan's chest. “Was I being too loud…?”

But in moments like this, such sounds were a natural aphrodisiac, only pulling them deeper into their desire.

The rhythm of the rain outside set a powerful mood for them both.

Interrupted, Jonathan looked up, a flash of annoyance in his eyes.

He glanced toward the door, then pecked Stephanie’s lips one last time. “Don’t worry. The house is well soundproofed. We won’t bother the neighbors.”