"I'll be gentler." Leaning and frowning, he seemed to be in great pain, "I'm in pain."
"I am telling you the truth..."
Cupping my face with his hands, he looked as if he were waiting for me to show my mercy.
Frowning, i didn't know what to do for a while.
What's more, unlike Patrick's office where there was a lounge, my office was a small one with a sofa only.
Moreover, the setup was later divided. It wasn't quite soundproof.
Once, Nancy made a phone call to argue with a construction company in her office. I heard all that she had said clearly in my office...
Thinking of this, I shook my head heavily.
Seeing his distressed look, I tentatively asked, "Shall we go upstairs?"
Upon finishing my words, I felt that my suggestion wasn't quite plausible.
At this time, Patrick was on the verge of ejecting. His private part was bulging. On the way out, we would pass by the open office...
Everyone would be watching us...
Like me, Patrick shook his head repeatedly, "I don't think it will work."
We could only do it here.
I sighed, praying that no one would be looking for me. Reaching out my hand, I unbuckled his belt and no longer resisted.
Knowing what my move meant, he pressed me down on the sofa and planted a kiss on my cheek first.
Propping up, he said gently, "Don't worry. I'll do it gently. I promise I won't hurt our little princess."
I nodded.
In fact, such a long time had passed ever since we made love last time. I had been longing for it. But I pretended not to mind it for the sake of the child.
At this moment, the kiss just now exposed my thinking.
After kissing me for a while, Patrick teased my private part with his finger. Looking at me with some playfulness, he said, "You refused me so firmly with your words. But your body is honest."
Hearing his words, I blushed.
I buried my head in his chest.
"Good girl. I'm going in."
I nodded.
I dared not move my face away. In order not to make a sound, I bit her lips tightly and kept my face in his chest.
We were in the office. So the lovemaking didn't last long.
After that, I tidied up my clothes and began to wipe the sofa.
Glancing at his watch, Patrick said, "I have to attend a meeting. I'm going up."
"Well, let me help you up."
Over these days, I had been accustomed to supporting Patrick wherever he went.
I tidied up his clothes. To make it convenient for him to go out, I went to the door first and opened the door.
As soon as I opened the door...
Outside the door, there stood three or four people.
They were Nancy, Paulina, and a few other designers.
As they looked at me, I stared at them as well. The time seemed to stand still.
Nancy smiled and said, "I am passing by. That's all. I'm going back to my office first."
"Ahem. I suddenly remembered that I have to make a call."
"Me too."
"Ouch. I want to go downstairs and buy coffee. Does anyone of you want coffee?"
"Bring me a cup!"
Upon finishing their words, Paulina and several other designers left as if nothing had happened.
With a few seconds, the crowded corridor became quiet in an instant.
I felt scorchingly hot on my face. Without a mirror, I knew that my face couldn't be redder.
Looking back, I saw Patrick's indifferent expression and suddenly got angry. He, the chief culprit, looked as if that he didn't care!
Stepping aside from the door, I said, "Go upstairs on your own."
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Charlotte is really annoying. She assumes soooooo much it's irritating...