Grace paused on the spot. “It was my first time realizing that one could make up grand reasons for their bandwagon.”
Penelope got out of bed, put the mask on in front of a mirror, and said, “I’m flattered.”
Grace sighed, but she didn’t hate her at all.
In the master bedroom, Warren looked at Chris sleeping in the cradle and couldn’t help but think of Penelope’s face.
“I don’t know if you can look like her.” He gently touched his son’s face with a smile.
The night grew darker. Penelope looked at Grace, who was already sleeping. She quietly picked up the quilt and got out of bed.
After sleeping with a person for a long time, she began to miss his scent, so she couldn’t fall asleep.
****
Warren had put his hands behind his head and stared at the ceiling in a trance.
Then, the door of the bedroom was gently pushed open, and a light from the corridor leaked in. The light was quickly blocked behind the door when a black shadow flashed.
He knew who it was without having to think twice.
Warren closed his eyes and gently adjusted his breathing.
Penelope walked to the bed and looked at him. She groaned, dissatisfied, “You went to sleep so early…”
She kissed his lips gently and said, “Forget it, I’ll let you get away with it this time.”
“Get away with what?” He opened his eyes and looked at her.
“Oh!” Penelope was scared and took a step back.
Warren stretched his hand to her waist and pressed her on his body. “Entering my bedroom in the middle of the night and kissing me secretly, what do you want to do?”
Penelope regained her composure and lay on his side. She held his waist and said, “It is really childish of you to pretend to be asleep.”
He looked down at her. “I just wanted to know the thief who dared to sneak into my home, so I pretended to sleep.”
Penelope beat him, “I’m not a thief!”
Warren smiled. He didn’t tease her anymore. “You can’t fall asleep with Grace?”
“Yes.” She reached out to hug him.
“I can’t fall asleep either.” He whispered.
Penelope looked up and asked smilingly, “Really?”
He looked down at her lips and wrapped his hands around her waist. “Of course, it is true…”
Her heart jumped fast. She closed her eyes and held his neck.
Their clothes dropped to the floor. She nervously held his waist. His smooth skin was hot, like scalding her palms.
She thought of their first time. They had gotten drunk when they got together, except for the intensity, there was only joy. Like riding a boat, they floated on the boundless sea, not at the end, only addicted to the joy at this time.
“Baby…” He whispered to her affectionately.
Her eyes were blurred. She kissed his shoulders crazily, leaving a string of red marks.
“Oh… you are so hot.” Her throat was dry. Her body seemed to be surrounded by fire very hot, which was difficult for her to adapt to quickly.
He bowed his head to kiss her. His movements were delicate and gentle, like handling cherished china that was fragile.
“Don’t be afraid, let’s take it slowly.” His low but sexy and hoarse voice rang in her ear.
Penelope knew that it was him, so she wasn’t afraid at all; she even had some expectations.
“I don’t like ‘slowly,’ I like you to be a little faster….” She held his face, and her tongue slid gently across his mouth. She smiled and teased him with her charm. “I am very fond of… your kind of frequency last time.”
His eyes were hot. She evoked a man’s most primitive desire for aggression, both with her words and her body.
“This time, even if you cry again, I won’t let you go.” He had waited for a long time.
Her legs twisted, and she smiled softly. “Come on, if I cry again, I will never be able to live it down.”
The string of patience on his heart was easily broken by her, so later, however, she begged him she would only pay for her self-willed teasing.
Two people were intertwined in the bed. The breeze picked up the thin curtain, and the moonlight sneaked in, casting shadows of their figures.
****
Penelope woke up at six in the morning. Her throat was dry and sore.
She moved her legs and found they began to tremble as if she had epilepsy uncontrollably.
The other pair of legs that were intertwined with her were naturally disturbed. Warren opened his eyes and looked at her.
“Are you awake? Please give me a glass of water…” Penelope said in a weak voice.
Warren reached for her smooth waist. He raised his eyebrows, chuckled, and asked, “Do you admit defeat?”
“Was I defeated?” She became alert and raised her eyebrows. She tried to forget how she begged him last night.
“Last night, who asked me to let her go?” He looked down and used his chin to nudge her neck.
Penelope thought that she repeatedly said that she must sleep with him. When it finally happened, she asked for mercy. Shouldn’t he laugh at her?
Penelope made up her mind that she couldn’t admit it!
“You don’t know that was just fun between us?” She winked at him and made a grandiose explanation. “It was just to help you get more excited; otherwise, how could we enjoy ourselves?”
Seeing that she insisted stubbornly, Warren smiled slightly and nodded.
“Come on, please give me a glass of water.”
Penelope touched her throat as it started to feel drier.
Warren lifted her up on his body with his hands, and she sat down exactly on…
“Oh my…” Penelope felt her waist was a little sore; she almost screamed.
“Since we didn’t have a winner last night, it seems that we have to do it again.”
Penelope adjusted her breathing, kneeling on his chest. Her legs were trembling. “I am wrong. You let me go…”
“Do you admit defeat?”
“Yes. I admit defeat.”
“That was last night…”
“I begged for your mercy, I truly did beg for your mercy.”
“Okay.” He nodded with satisfaction.