Quadruplets Unite: Mother's Words Are Law novel Chapter 362

Chapter 362 Intertwined and Never-Ending

The next morning, Emmeline woke up in Abel's embrace.

As she opened her eyes, she was greeted by the sight of his chiseled and handsome face. A night of passion had left a hint of stubble on his firm jawline, adding to his already irresistible allure.

Emmeline reached out and softly stroked his sexy chin, savoring the feel of his rough whiskers against her fingertips.

Suddenly, Abel opened his eyes.

"There's danger ahead," he said in a low, husky voice. "Don't tempt me, don't you know it's morning?"

"Ah!" Emmeline let out a small cry and pulled her hand back, ready to get up.

"Trying to escape?" Abel rolled over and pinned her down, holding her hands above her head.

"Last night you said," Emmeline blushed, "that since we're not married, you wouldn't touch me."

"What, you mean I can't even touch you?" Abel teased. "I never said I wasn't going to try."

"You're so annoying!" Emmeline blushed even more and hid her face in the crook of his arm.

"So you're really hoping I'll take it to the next level?" Abel chuckled. "Well, I guess I can't disappoint you."

"No, don't!" Emmeline protested. "You don't want to start a fight so early in the morning, do you?"

"Start a fight?" Abel's mischievous eyes narrowed as he spoke in a low, husky voice. "What kind of fight are we talking about? I seem to remember you saying you're quite skilled in martial arts."

"Abel!" Emmeline was both embarrassed and indignant, her cheeks turning bright red. "Stop being so inappropriate."

"I'm not inappropriate," Abel protested. "I'm young and fun. And by the way, don't call me Abel. It sounds so formal."

"Well, what should I call you then?"

"Hubby, of course. How many times do I have to tell you?" Abel nibbled on her earlobe, sending shivers down her spine.

"Hu..." Emmeline hesitated, still unable to bring herself to say it.

Husband?

It sounded so cheesy.

“Call me what?” Abel teased, lightly kissing her, “Are you afraid that calling me ‘husband’ is a bit premature? Don’t want to jump the gun, do you?”

Emmeline hesitated, feeling the weight of the term on her tongue.

“Call me,” Abel nibbled on her ear, “Or do you want me to get serious? Don’t you feel how hard I am already?”

Emmeline shuddered, feeling his arousal press against her. She couldn’t deny the effect he had on her.

“Hubby!” she blurted out, not caring about how ridiculous it sounded.