Husband With Benefits
Chapter 90: Stolen Moments

Chapter 90: Stolen Moments

Seated in her usual place in the house, Nora was hunched over her laptop, her eyes glued to the screen as she scrolled through a particularly melodramatic online novel. Her eyebrows furrowed in concentration as she read passages describing how the delicate heroine would cry, her tears glistening like diamonds.

The heroine’s eyes shimmered with tears as she raised a trembling hand to her lips, her voice quivering like a fragile flower in the wind.

With a click, she changed the tab on the laptop and read through another novel’s paragraph, "She closed her eyes briefly, allowing a single, graceful tear to escape, trailing down her porcelain cheek like a dewdrop on a petal."

Another click and another paragraph, "With a delicate sniff, she wiped away her tears with a dainty handkerchief, her sorrowful gaze captivating everyone in the room."

Nora tried to practice a delicate sniffle and frowned as she muttered," I don’t think I am suitable for this role! How am I supposed to make myself cry at the drop of a hat."

Desperate, she pinched her wrist but even then the tears remained elusive.

It was at this moment that Demetri returned. His expression of casual indifference softened as he gazed at her. Unknown to him, the frown on his forehead melted away whenever he looked at her.

He raised an eyebrow as he heard her muttering to herself as she practised crying. She even pinched herself to bring tears.

Without a hint of a smile, he questioned her, "What are you doing?"

Startled, she quickly minimized the browser window, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "Oh, it’s nothing," she stammered, attempting to sound nonchalant.

Demetri’s face remained stoic, but his eyes twinkled with amusement as he glanced at the screen one more time before returning his gaze to her. His expression seemed to say it all. He knew what she was upto.

Deflated, Nora hunched her shoulders and pouted," Look, it would be better of you could tell me what to expect the day after. I mean, your grandfather has already threatened me and now Gabe warned me about your fiance."

"She is not my fiance." Demetri denied.

Nora waved her hand and stood up, slumping onto the couch as she said," That is beside the point. I need to master the art of crying so that I can pretend well on the day of the party. I need to be the perfect White lotus."

"What is a white lotus?" Demetri asked with confusion as he got rid of the tie and suit jacket.

"See, you don’t even know. A white lotus person is someone who pretends to be delicate to win the sympathy of others but is usually very manipulative. I don’t think I can do that. I should have opted for the blind in love role in front of your grandfather."

"You stood toe-to-toe to me and told me you could handle it." Demetri pointed out, reminding her of their first meeting.

Nora was about to respond that of course she could handle it but she was allowed to be nervous about it. However, she was distracted by Demetri who was now in the process of unbuttoning the top two buttons of his shirt exposing his Adam’s apple.

Immediately, she was transported to their time in the cabin when he’d let her explore his entire body. He caught her staring, and she could feel the heat in his gaze. They’d not been intimate after coming back and she couldn’t help but feel restless now.

With no words spoken between them, Demetri lay down on the couch, his head on her lap. "Be natural. No need to act."

As her hands instinctively started to massage his temples, she applied extra force and questioned angrily," Are you trying to tell me that I am a white lotus?"

"Don’t try to pick a fight, kitten. My grandfather is biased against you so it makes no difference how you act."

"You do have a point..." Nora said thoughtfully.

Her train of thoughts however was soon derailed as Demetri pivoted his body, his face now resting on her stomace. "If you insist on crying, I can help you though...

Before Nora could react, the man had already lifted her t-shirt a bit and was nuzzling her stomach. He bit lightly at her waist, pinching her there. She wiggled and tried to push him away but the man did not move, simply holding her still as he ordered, "Hush, I am trying to make you cry..."

That is not what he was doing, Nora wanted to point out but she was lost the power of speech. She could only watch as his dark head, continued to nuzzle her, making her realize how sensitive she was. He placed nibbling kisses on her belly, making her breath catch as he moved upwards. She let out a shuddering breath as he bit harder on the side before licking it slowly. That would definitely leave a visible love bite...

Every feeling was amplified, as she felt his scorching lips on her stomach as he slowly kissed his way to the underside of her bre*sts.

Her hands entangled in his hair, and she tried to pull him away, however, his hands spanned her waist as he sat up. Within a few deft movements, she was trapped between the couch and him. His hands once again traced the curve of her stomach as she let out a breathless laughter, protesting, "Ticklish..."

She felt the lift of his lips against her skin, making her yearn for more. This time, as he kissed her, it felt familiar. His taste was one her body recognized and welcomed. Their tongues met for the briefest of moments before he moved back once again. But this time, she wasn’t ready to let him go. Cupping his face with her hands, she brought him back close to her, fusing their lips together.

As she lightly sucked his tongue, tasting the mint there, she wondered what the rest of him would feel like...

He pressed her down, and she felt his weight, holding her in place as he leaned down slowly, his lips finding hers

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