Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 604

He kissed her for a while, his mood lifting with every second.

“Then just don’t meet up with him again, okay? It’s not like I did it on purpose—you’re the one who always makes me jealous.”

He kept kissing her, pulling her onto the couch and wrapping his arms around her waist.

“This couch really needs to go, you know. It’s so uncomfortable. Next time, I’ll ask my assistant to get you a new one. My back always hurts when I sit here too long.”

His hands slid up slowly, his intentions written all over his face.

He was only twenty-three—right at that age where he couldn’t get enough of this kind of thing.

Scarlette, though, was almost thirty. For women her age, work came first.

She turned away, already calming down.

Nicholas wasn’t having it. He ran his hands around her waist, pouting, “What’s wrong, big sis? Not in the mood?”

Scarlette stood up and walked to the bedroom.

Nicholas, still riding the high from just now, followed right behind her.

She picked up her pajamas, ready to head to the bathroom, but Nicholas stuck out an arm to stop her.

“Let’s shower after.”

Scarlette let out a long breath, her voice softening. “I have to be up at five tomorrow. There’s so much work to do. Can’t you let me get a decent night’s sleep? You never know when to stop once you get going.”

Seeing her give in a little, Nicholas didn’t push further. He shrugged off his already-ruined suit jacket. “Let’s just shower together.”

Scarlette frowned but didn’t argue.

They spent forty minutes in the shower. Nicholas didn’t get everything he wanted, but he still got plenty, and afterward he sprawled out on the bed, totally satisfied.

Scarlette grabbed her laptop and started working.

Nicholas, bored, pulled out his phone and scrolled through old photos.

He and Scarlette had known each other for over twenty years. There were endless pictures of them together.

Scarlette typed away at her laptop, fingers flying.

Nicholas leaned against the headboard, and every time he found a new photo, he’d lean over and steal a kiss from her.

“Hey, do you remember this one? My birthday. You didn’t want to come home from school. It was pouring, and I went to find you.”

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