Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance novel Chapter 1285

Conner looked down at the breathless beauty beneath him, feeling his throat go dry with longing. "Annie, how about coming home with me for the holidays?"

Annie's cheeks were a lovely shade of pink, her body ready to give in. Without a second thought, she whispered, "Yes!"

Her soft reply spurred Conner into action once again.

Over at Riverside Apartments...

Leo pressed Anya against the dining table, picking up their passionate kiss from the previous night.

He gently parted Anya's legs, moving closer, wrapping her in his embrace, and kissing her everywhere.

"Leo, please," Anya murmured, getting lost in his touch.

With a husky voice, Leo lifted her up and asked, "Ms. Anya, is this okay?"

Anya's clothes were in disarray; though she had just showered, her nightgown had ridden up to her thighs, and the cute teddy bear on the neckline was torn by her eager boyfriend.

Anya, ever so innocent, managed to say, "I mean, yes, but—"

Leo's kiss silenced her before she could finish. She was ready to take things further with him, but she hadn't expected it to happen so soon; she wasn't prepared at all.

Unfortunately, Anya had no chance to voice her lingering thoughts to her boyfriend, who was caught up in the moment.

Leo carried Anya back to the bedroom, her legs wrapped around his waist.

As he laid her on the bed, Anya's heart raced, "Chad, will you let me kiss the baby in the future?"

"Of course."

Leo, filled with desire, moved over Anya, his eyes intense and unwavering. Anya, feeling a bit overwhelmed, said, "Chad, please, not like this."

Leo's face nestled into her neck, trailing kisses down from her collarbone...

Even if Anya had regrets, it was too late. The bed was damp with their mingled sweat, their bodies entwined, their shared kisses, and the night full of passion, inseparable from one another...

The first few times were bearable for Anya, but eventually, she lost count.

Each time, after they finished, Chad would rest against her before starting anew.

Anya was utterly spent, losing track of time, only noticing the sky outside turning a dull gray... Then, dawn broke.

With each wave of passion, Anya felt weaker, barely able to hold on to Leo.

She hadn't left the house or the bed all day.

Leo had stepped out once, coming back with some ointment in hand, "Hey, wake up."

Anya was wrapped in the blanket, her body soft and tired, and when Leo gently shook her, she pushed his hand away, a whimper in her voice, "Chad, please, no more!"