Flash Marriage: Slow Down Mister

When she finally grasped what the butler meant, Clara's face turned red. Before she could answer, she was pushed into the room by him.

When Clara walked into the room and just stood still, Rodney closed the door.

Click.

The door was locked from the outside.

Clara was startled and knocked at the door. "Rodney, Rodney? Why did you lock the door?"

There was no answer outside.

Clara was anxious and tried to open the door, but it was locked from the outside.

"Don't knock. They did it on purpose." Just as Clara was worried, a cold voice suddenly sounded behind her.

Clara was stunned. She turned her head and saw Horace sitting behind her.

Under the dim light, Horace was sitting in a wheelchair. His suit jacket had been taken off, revealing the white shirt inside. The two buttons had also been loosened, which revealed his sexy and charming collarbones.

"Horace?" Clara then realized. She glanced across the room and saw the bed. Her eyes widened. "Is this the room we sleep in at night? But this bed is too small, isn't it?"

The bed in front of her was just a wide single bed, which could barely accommodate two people, who must hug each other to sleep on it.

"Yes." Horace noticed at first, "They should have done it on purpose."

Clara also understood that this might be what Russell said before, the special preparation. Her face turned red.

Indeed, although Clara and Horace slept together at home, they had little contact because the bed was large. But if they slept in this bed, it would be different.

"Just now." Horace suddenly spoke and looked at Clara. "What did grandpa tell you?"

Clara remembered what Russell had just said to herself, and her cheeks became even hotter.

"No, nothing." Clara was too shy to repeat what she just heard, and she was not good at lying at all. She felt guilty when she said this.

Horace raised his eyebrows, standing up directly from the wheelchair to walk slowly to Clara. "Even if you don't tell me, I can still guess what the old man told you."

Clara's face was even hotter. "You, you can?"

Horace had come to Clara at this time. Looking at her flustered and shy appearance, he felt very cute. For a moment, he couldn't help teasing her.

"Of course." When Horace spoke again, his voice was lower which sounded sexy and charming. Not only that, he pressed his hand on the door next to Clara's head. He leaned down to approach her, "Does he want you to have children with me?"

Clara felt that her face was about to burn, and she bowed her head. "Well, it's normal for the elder to worry about you."

Clara's voice became softer as Horace became lower and closer to her, and his cheek was almost touching hers.

The breath of men came to her, wrapping her, which made her flustered and breathe quickly.

Horace was just trying to joke with Clara. But as he got closer to Clara, he smelled the faint fragrance on her. For a moment, he was also moved.

In particular, Clara today was extremely attractive. Her tight skirt made her sexy figure be seen. From his view, he could see her soft bust and fair skin.

And her little face, which was close to him, was even more red, like a red apple, fresh and juicy, so alluring that made people want to take a bite. Horace thought so, and he couldn't help but do it.

He leaned down and gently bit Clara's hot cheek. He didn't bite hard, but Clara was still scared. She called out, "Ah?"

This cry, like a feather brushing Horace's heart, made him feel as if he had been simulated.

He suddenly grasped Clara's slender waist to lift her. Suddenly, the two pressed together.

Clara was more flustered when she felt his heat. "Horace? You?"

Clara didn't know that every word she said now made Horace hotter.

He tried to stay rational, lowered his head to nip at Clara's slightly red earlobes, and whispered, "Clara, do you think we've done what grandpa said?"

The soft, wet feeling on the earlobes made Clara feel as if an electric current was passing through her body. It was so numb that she could not help trembling slightly.

She had psychological preparation. After all, she was married. If Horace asked, she would not refuse as a wife.

Moreover, when Russell said to her just now, she had thought about the possibility of doing it.

To her surprise, she didn't hate it.

So at this time, hearing Horace's inquiry, she nodded gently, although she was too shy that her ears were so hot and about to smoke.

He felt her nod in his arms, and Horace's passion was sparked off, which instantly swallowed up his remaining self-restraint.

He suddenly bowed his head to kiss Clara's soft lips. The softness and fragrance filled his tongue like poison, which made him sink in an instant.

Damn it...

Did Clara drug him or what? Just a kiss was enough to make him lose self-control?

Horace pressed Clara firmly against the door. His hand slid down from her back to the hem of her skirt.

The design of this kind of Party skirt was very cumbersome. Since Horace couldn't find the zipper at once, he suddenly lost his patience and ripped it!

The skirt was soon torn off and fell from Clara's fair shoulders.

Looking at Clara's posture in front of him under the dim light, Horace's throat tightened.

With his identity and status, he had never lacked women coming on to him. Many women had tried their best to arouse his interest, but he had always worn Joseph's coat, which made Russell and Sean think that the kidnapping ten years ago hurt him.

But at this time, facing Clara, he just felt that his body was not his own. The flame in his body was not controlled at all, which seemed to be occupied by the woman in front of him!

Now that Clara had agreed, Horace didn't want to restrain himself at this time. He immediately bent down. His hot lips trailed from Clara's lips down to her neck, her chest, down, and down... But just then-