The Rose He Showed Off Is Putting Down Roots in a Garden of Her Own novel Chapter 276

Making love was the true union of souls; anything else was just physical release.

"Do you like it?" he rasped, collapsing against her, his chest heaving.

"I like it," she breathed, completely drained of energy.

He tilted her chin toward him. "What exactly do you like?"

Her face flushed scarlet, and she refused to answer him.

"You like my—"

Elara slapped her hand over his mouth, refusing to let him finish the filthy sentence.

He gently bit her fingers, pulling them into his mouth, his eyes dancing with wicked amusement. "What did you think I was going to say?"

"Shut up," she muttered, turning her flushed face away.

He sucked gently on her finger, nipping at the sensitive skin.

She let out a soft whimper. "Don't bite..."

His face was a picture of utter post-coital satisfaction. "Double standards, sweetheart?"

It took Elara a second to catch the dirty double meaning. She yanked her hand back and went to pinch his chest, but remembering what happened the last time she touched him there, she quickly pulled away.

Zane's eyes crinkled with pure joy. He leaned down and pecked her lips again. "You're so cute."

Being called cute in her mid-thirties was too much for Elara. Blushing furiously, she complained, "Stop messing around and get off me."

"You want me to pull out?"

"Hurry up!"

"Then let go."

Humiliated beyond belief, Elara punched his shoulder.

Zane laughed brightly and pulled her tight against his chest, completely ignoring her look of total disgust.

"Go clean up," she ordered.

"All you do is make useless messes."

"Useless messes?" Zane barked a laugh. "Boss, you really only use me when you need me, huh?"

Fighting a smile, Elara turned her back to him. "You just waste tissues."

Zane laughed out loud. "I heard it's great for your complexion."

Complexion?

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