Chapter 1065:
Gemma snorted. “You’re just trying to charm me.” Yet, his flattering words had their effect. Though she turned her face away, her features softened.
Pierre found her response encouraging. He then kissed her more deeply, enjoying her taste. As their breaths mingled, he whispered boldly, “I want to hold you in my arms again as we sleep tonight.”
Gemma murmured something indecipherable, caught between agreement and resistance.
Pierre drew back slightly, his intense gaze capturing hers. “You promised me you’d be with me this Valentine’s Day.”
Gemma’s cheeks flushed. “No, I might break that promise.”
Pierre persisted, unfazed by her words. “That day, you have to spend the entire twenty-four hours with me. I’ll make all the plans, and I promise it will be unforgettable.”
Gemma’s face turned a deeper shade of red. She had once thought this stoic bodyguard was straightforward. How wrong she was. Every aspect of him was exasperatingly compelling.
It had been a while since they had kissed, and now Gemma found herself wanting more. She leaned forward to kiss him again.
Pierre kissed her deeply for a while, then suddenly lifted her and carried her to the dining table.
Gemma’s thoughts raced with inappropriate images. She questioned, “Isn’t the sofa better? The table seems a bit hard.”
Pierre looked at her quizzically. “What?”
Gemma froze.
Realizing her misunderstanding, he laughed. “I brought you here to eat breakfast. What were you thinking?”
Gemma’s cheeks flamed. “I… I wasn’t thinking anything.”
Her face remained flushed as she attempted to compose herself. She shifted uncomfortably. “This chair is really hard.”noveldrama
Pierre knew she was exaggerating but played along, smiling as he slid a cushion under her.
Gemma cleared her throat. “That’s much better.”
Pierre teased, “We could try the table sometime. It might not be as uncomfortable as you think.”
Gemma’s cheeks deepened in color. “I don’t understand what you mean.” She had always considered herself rather indifferent to sex, yet her thoughts were surprisingly vivid on the subject.
One thing puzzled her. “Why did you stop kissing me earlier?”
Pierre handed her a glass of milk. “I thought you didn’t like it since you kept pushing me away. Didn’t you say I shouldn’t force things?”
Gemma was taken aback. She hadn’t actually pushed him away. Didn’t he understand she was just playing hard to get? She muttered, “You never used to follow rules so closely.”
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