Secretary's Secret Lover
Chapter 464 Are You Playing With a Cat?

Chapter 464: Chapter 464 Are You Playing With a Cat?

"Lance..."

Before Yvette finished her words, Lance kissed her.

"Oh..."

Yvette gasped softly and grabbed Lance’s shirt tightly.

Lance was aroused by Yvette’s soft gasp, and his breathing became heavy.

He pinched Yvette’s jaw, forcing her to open her mouth. Then, he aggressively put his tongue into her mouth, sucking and stirring.

Yvette’s line of sight was deprived, and her breath was deprived too.

The darkness made her ten times more sensitive.

Even the kiss turned into an exciting pleasure.

Lance pressed his palm against Yvette’s hips and kissed her.

The spacious and bright office was quiet. The only sound in it was the passionate kiss between them.

Yvette came from the company. She dressed professionally in a white shirt and a pencil skirt.

At that moment, the buttons on her shirt were unbuttoned, and her skirt had moved up to the top of her thighs.

The temptation of a uniform made Lance feel excited and hot.

Lance reached his hand into Yvette’s shirt.

Snap.

It was the sound of Yvette’s strap hitting her skin.

Yvette widened her eyes.

How could Lance untie...

Although Yvette couldn’t see, she could feel Lance’s hot palm moving.

Her cheeks were so warm, and she pushed him in a panic. "Lance, we are in your office. Don’t... You will work on the desk..."

Yvette was incoherent.

Lance worked on the desk every day.

If they...

How could he work on it again?

Lance bit Yvette’s lip and said in a hoarse voice, "Isn’t it good? I will feel better when I see it."

The desk was Lance’s territory, so he hoped to do that with her on it.

Yvette panicked.

It was too exciting.

Beep.

The phone on Lance’s desk suddenly rang.

Yvette was so frightened that she tensed up.

Lance felt that and became gentle. His soft breathing was sexy. "Why are you so nervous?"

Yvette’s face was burning hot. "Your ... work..."

She wanted to get up, but Lance wrapped his arm around her and made her sit on his lap.

Yvette was shocked and hooked her arms around Lance’s neck. She moved uneasily.

Lance jolted his leg and reminded Yvette, "Don’t move."

Yvette was about to cry. She didn’t want to move, but...

She felt so hot.

Lance pressed the hands-free button. Yvette dared not to make a sound.

"Mr. Wolseley, Mr. Andrade is here."

Lance looked at the woman in his arms and said calmly, "Okay. I will meet him 15 minutes later."

The call should end that way, but there came a familiar voice.

"Mr. Wolseley, what are you doing?" Peyton took over the phone.

Lance said nothing.

Peyton said, "It is daytime. Are you..."

Yvette felt ashamed and was about to stand up.

However, Lance pinched her waist and pulled her closer.

"Oh..."

Yvette’s head hit Lance’s chest, and she couldn’t help but snort.

"What was that sound?" Peyton heard it.

Yvette covered her mouth in fright, which gave Lance an opportunity.

He lifted her skirt and said calmly, "Nothing."

Peyton was always mischievous. He laughed, "Why did I hear a meow? Are you playing with a cat in your office?"

Yvette’s face was hot.

Her clothes were disheveled, and her red lips quivered. However, she dared not move.

As for Lance’s palm, it was still moving willfully.

Lance looked at Yvette’s blushed face, and his eyes glittered. "Why? Do you have any objection?"

"No. I’m not in a hurry."

Peyton teased, "I’m considerate. Is one hour enough?"

"OK," Lance answered peacefully, and his breathing was steady.

"You are so calm," Peyton said meaningfully.

Yvette stayed in Lance’s arms and was almost out of breath. Lance looked at her and reached out to hang up the phone.

Then, he got close to her and whispered in her ear. "Honey, tell me if you like it."

Yvette’s neck was covered with a thin layer of sweat.

It was hard to restrain.

Yvette held Lance tightly. Her voice was soft. "Lance..."

"Let’s go inside."

Lance was afraid the desk was too hard, so he carried Yvette onto the bed in his restroom.

At that moment, there were no clothes left inside Yvette’s shirt.

When Lance answered the phone, he had taken off what he wanted to take off.

Being fragrant and tender, Yvette was extremely tempting.

Lance’s eyes were deep, and he leaned over. "Relax, honey.

"Don’t bite yourself. Bite me."

...

When they finished, both of them were out of breath.

Yvette was so tired that she didn’t want to move.

Lance carried her to the bathroom and helped her take a bath carefully.

Yvette couldn’t stand it. She blushed, and her legs were weak. She said in a trembling voice, "Don’t do that. It..."

"You don’t need to take medicine after taking a bath," Lance said.

Yvette was speechless.

Were they taking a bath? They were titillating each other.

Yvette was seductive when she was shy.

Lance pinched her chin and kissed her again.

When they kissed passionately, Yvette suddenly came to her senses and pushed Lance.

"Mr. Andrade is waiting for you."

Yvette didn’t know how long Peyton had waited.

Peyton’s tone meant he knew what Lance was doing.

Everyone in the company knew Lance’s girlfriend was there and that Peyton was waiting for him.

Therefore, they all knew what Lance and Yvette were doing.

Yvette didn’t know how to go out.

"Okay. Come out first."

Lance carried Yvette to the bed. He was reluctant to leave after wiping her dry with a towel.

Yvette felt dangerous and remembered what Lance had done when taking a bath.

She blushed again.

Then, she said, "You have to go."

"There’s no rush." Lance looked at Yvette.

He took the clothes Frankie had just bought and helped her put them on.

Then, he dried her hair with a towel.

He was gentle and meticulous.

Yvette enjoyed the feeling of being taken care of by Lance. She felt warm and sweet.

Lance was overbearing and bossy when he was in bed.

Other than that, he could be considerate.

He was kind to her and thoughtful.

Lance took Yvette in his arms and was unwilling to let her go. He kissed her and said, "Wait for me tonight."