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Moreau stared at Roki's body that had stepped away in the distance. That man was quite strange, suddenly appearing with a facial expression of pleasure, then making the situation feel very surprising when unexpectedly pulling her up, then making sure that she stood in front of the door, transfixed, while the man had completely disappeared from sight. All that remained was the need to make a bold decision.
Moreau took a quick breath. The first consideration began with the tightening grip of her hand on the doorframe. Slowly she pressed there, leaning slightly into the room to find Abihirt looking thoughtfully at the paperwork in front of the man. Moreau was sure her every step would feel heavy when, after all... there was no reason to stay silent for too long, but she felt so hesitant to move past any tension between them. Hardly able to end the fingers of the hand tightening on theRelated chapters
Forbidden Agreements Snatching the Words
Moreau had expected that there would be a moment where she faced her stepfather's question after Roki's statement, which made the man stare with a smart glint in his eyes. Something that really did not need to be considered odd. Everyone would know their true relationship; bound into a family relationship, and should not be involved with illicit agreements. "What is there that I don't need to say?" Moreau asked back. She knew exactly the man's intentions, choosing not to show them in Abihirt's presence. The thing was, this should not have been brought up. Moreau only intended to correct Roki's train of thought, so as not to keep thinking things with bad connotations between them, and also to avoid the conversation getting too steep. "You spoke to Roki about the relationship between you and your mother?" "That's the case, isn't it, in fact?" Moreau
Forbidden Agreements Any Punishment?
There was no smile, no particular expression, perhaps other things Moreau could think of. Abihirt brought his face carefully closer, paralyzing like a grenade had just exploded in her chest. Moreau's body froze, and when Abihirt dropped his mouth on her lips, the kiss was fierce, passionate, expressing an array of pent-up desires. Moreau gasped as sturdy arms pulled one her leg up to wrap around the man's sexy waist. She opened her mouth, letting her stepfather's number cram into a cavity that felt familiar. It's enough to despair, to give in, as rough, clay hands creep between loose strands of her hair, pressing their faces closer for a searing hot sensation, suffocating her until she can barely breathe. Moreau's leg muscles suddenly went weak as Abihirt's hand slid down there. The man's deft fingers found their way under the thin pants. She gasped, immediately gripping onto Abihirt's shou
Forbidden Agreements Make Out in the Office
The touch of Moreau's hand finally ended up being an arm around her stepfather's neck. Returning every brush of lips, though every now and then... a vestige of sanity tried to betray. Taking the time to let Moreau's logic and body language battle it out. She was battered to serve the man before her, slowly forced to open her legs wider as Abihirt had stripped off the cloth pants, which then pooled under the man's legs. "This is your office, Abi." Moreau pressed her stepfather's chest, hoping this would remind them of their overwhelming desire. The passion in the man's eyes had been unconditional. This was where they would end their wild love-making. Moreau's lips parted to find the man had entered her. Abihirt's sexy hips moved, as if infiltrating between Moreau's pulses to make her crumble, mistaken, helpless, then clung tightly to the man's shoulders. "Abi ...." Moreau let out a stifled groan. Every sensation was moving toward her center. So much so that she wasn't sure she
Forbidden Agreements She's Home
The sweep of the wind against the fallen leaves gave the yard a slightly odd touch. Barbara frowned in surprise that the situation felt so empty. It was late enough in the afternoon that Moreau's car should have been spotted, for she knew it was past rehearsal time, as well as her determination to schedule an early return. Barbara didn't know what to do alone in Paris after the show was over. Samuel wasn't there to keep her company, and the real man she was waiting for the most... had also broken his promise without a word until now. Thought it best not to say anything about her return. No need to hint about things to Abihirt. Intended to catch up with her husband's luxurious residence later, after she had sufficiently calmed down from the bath. One step Barbara... intending to resume her pending actions. She was holding the suitcase, shuffling with a firm footstep, when finally the sound of a car roar
Forbidden Agreements Wondering
Just a glimpse... Barbara noticed a faint twitch of the man's eyebrows, and in that instant Abihirt had placed a hand on the line of her shoulder. Almost squeezing, but not really."I don't know which Moreau's perfume you're referring to." It was said very convincingly. Barbara pursed her lips instinctively. Her husband's calm demeanor never seemed to cross the line. They began to step into the house after Abihirt took over the grip on the suitcase to follow every inch of their steps. "The perfume I gave her. There's still a sample of it in our room, maybe you accidentally wore it?" Shallow memories unexpectedly filled in the gaps at the top of Barbara's knowledge. She was slightly relieved after being able to reach the forgotten image. A month or two ago, aquatic perfumes like the scent of the sea and fresh air were left to the thrifty Moreau
Forbidden Agreements Just Can't Believe
Moreau's breath caught when she opened the door to the house and suddenly found out her mother was there. Sitting on the sofa with her legs sandwiched between Abihirt's torso, while the man so calmly leaned back on the sofa leg with his face upturned, facing a single point, where Barbara was unusually focused on adding a light massage after the woman had applied a thick gel on his jaw. Surprise. A simple romance, which Moreau never thought she would find here. Just like she never thought that her stepfather would put all his trust in the woman who coincidentally found Moreau still standing at the door. Nervous when their eye contact met. "You're back later than scheduled practice?" That was the first time Moreau got it. Occasionally she would glance at her stepfather's face. Abihirt didn't even care, whether she arrived home after a lon
Forbidden Agreements Troyas
Early in the morning, Moreau could hardly remember facing such an entertaining situation when she noticed that some guests, her mother's family, had arrived and were gathered at the dining table. It just so happened that little Troyas was playing with a tableware on a woman's lap. Moreau immediately stepped closer, occasionally rubbing the stocky cheek, whose owner seemed indifferent to the other arrivals. "Can I borrow your son for a moment, Lauren?" She reached out impatiently, knowing that the woman called carefully, the niece of her mother, never minded leaving the two-year-old boy, or Moreau could call the adorable little nephew. She kissed Troyas' face when the boy was too busy playing with the plastic spoon in his hand. The baby scent was still so distinctive. Moreau couldn't resist even more, sniffing the back of the tightly packed neck while hugging Troyas, letting the little boy sit on her lap quietly.
Forbidden Agreements The Damn Thing Happened
"That's good that you like it. I had a little trouble choosing what you wanted." An honest statement. Moreau felt a little flattered by the attention. Something she would always say that Barbara almost never understood the details of her inner desires. Surprising enough, but it wouldn't go too far. Moreau smiled slightly, again, then said, "Thank you, Mom." Her mother nodded briefly. That was it, with her gaze fixed straight at the kitchen door, the point where Abihirt had left them. The need to follow seemed to radiate from Barbara's shoulders. Moreau understood the desire her mother was preparing for, so chose to carefully embrace Troyas' stocky body. Lauren had finished feeding the boy, gently excusing herself to put the dishes in the wash. Troyas' body was writhing, wanting to get down, and was about to glue his feet to the cold floor. Moreau was not brave enough to push her
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