Between his lips and teeth, Matthew Grant felt the sweet taste of Blanca Roach, making his body hot, and unconsciously put his big hand into Blanca Roach’s clothes.
Slightly cool fingertips across the skin, Blanca Roach clearly felt her body by Matthew Grant’s movements.
The atmosphere in the lounge heated up steeply.
Blanca Roach, by now already in a state of ecstasy, began to respond to Matthew Grant, and as she moved, the collar of her dress slipped off, revealing her round, smooth shoulders.
Sensing the change in his wife, Matthew Grant’s hand nimbly teased her, causing Blanca Roach to make a small sound.
The sound aroused the beast inside Matthew Grant, and he picked Blanca Roach up in his arms and placed her on a side table.
With a snap, the glass on the table fell to the floor, making a sound that startled Blanca Roach and jolted her back to her senses.
She pushed Matthew Grant away, tugging at her messy shirt, her eyes misting with shame and annoyance: “You, what are you doing, this isn’t home!”
With that, Matthew Grant took a step forward and braced his arms on the wall behind Blanca Roach, enveloping her in his arms, his inky eyes burning with heat, “What for? To punish you, of course.”
The person who punished her for being a mother is still so confused, knowing that Paddy’s heart is not pure, but dared to accept the flowers and gifts, punished her side obviously peach blossom but did not know.
The distance between them was only a few centimeters, and as Matthew Grant spoke, hot air sprayed on Blanca Roach’s face, making her originally red cheeks hotter and hotter at the moment.
Looking into Matthew Grant’s dark eyes, her sexy lips were opening and closing, and her mind was filled with the passionate kiss she had just received.
Blanca Roach bit her lip and said defiantly, “I didn’t do anything wrong, why should I be punished.”
“It seems you still don’t understand, so let’s continue.” Matthew Grant said, once again ready to bully his way up.
As the shadow looming in front of him grew larger and larger, Blanca Roach hurriedly stretched out her hand against Matthew Grant’s chest and appointed, “Okay, okay, I admit the penalty.”
“Too late.”
The words fell, Matthew Grant kissed again.
Only this time, compared to the previous has been too gentle, after a shallow taste, Matthew Grant let go of the person in his arms, index finger nudged Blanca Roach’s flooded lips, “wife, stay away from Paddy, the man next to you can only be me, eh?”
Blanca Roach’s face was flushed, she pursed her lips and nodded gently, her heart had already been kissed by Matthew Grant, she didn’t dare to retort, she didn’t want to play any restrictive scene here.
Blanca Roach was ready to get off the table, but the next moment she was gently picked up by Matthew Grant and put on the floor.
With no time to think about anything else, Blanca Roach slapped her face, regained most of her senses, and went to the door.
At the door, Elizabeth Harris and Peter Murray were standing there together.
But although they appeared at the same time, Elizabeth Harris looked away arrogantly, not even looking at Peter Murray, while Peter Murray was a little embarrassed.
Only when she saw Blanca Roach appear, Elizabeth Harris showed a smile and handed over the paper bag in her hand, “Blanca, congratulations, the launch was so successful.”
In the paper bag was a delicate hair ornament, Blanca Roach took it and smiled, “Thank you, come in and sit down.”
Elizabeth Harris looked at Blanca Roach, saw her blushing abnormally, then looked at Matthew Grant beside her with a pleasant face, and smiled ambiguously, “It seems that I came at a very bad time.”