Substitute Marriage With the Illegitimate Son novel Chapter 948

Janet crossed her arms over her chest, her expression turning into something that bordered on displeasure. "You said you were only going to kiss me," she complained.

She had a feeling that Brandon wouldn't just stop at a few kisses if she let him have his way. Raising her eyebrows, she reminded him, "We are in your office, and my neck is injured..."

Brandon got off from Janet and smoothed a hand over his now-rumpled clothes. The usual indifference quickly returned to his face. "You make me sound like a jerk who's controlled by my urges." He looked at Janet, his eyes twinkling with mischief as the corner of his lips turned upward into a wicked smirk. "And it's not like we've never slept with each other before. Of all people, you should know just how well I can control myself."

Janet's cheeks burned at his words. "Brandon..." she argued weakly.

Her voice had come out in a low breath— the hushed sound stirring Brandon's desire.

"Tell me what you want, Janet..." Taking advantage of his height, Brandon looked down at Janet like a predator carefully watching its prey.

His low, sensual murmur had the desired effect. Janet, knowing that Brandon was perfectly aware of the effect he had on her, grew irritated. In an effort to retaliate, she pulled his tie and stood on tiptoe, their lips meeting in another kiss. However, the sudden action caused too much strain on her wound. The next moment, a scream came from Janet. She looked down and blushed in embarrassment.

Brandon was trying his best to hold back his laughter as he approached her. Carefully, he tilted her head, supporting her neck with his hand. The space between their lips was slowly closing...

"Ah! Sorry, I didn't see anything! Don't mind me!" Sean hurriedly covered his eyes at the scene in front of him.

Brandon sent a glare toward him, his teeth gritting into a snarl. "Don't you know how to knock?"

Sean wore an innocent look on his face as he held the doorknob and answered, "But you forgot to close the door, Mr. Larson."

Meanwhile, Janet hid behind the desk in embarrassment.

Brandon, on the other hand, was nonchalant as ever. He placed a hand on the desk and said as if nothing had happened, "What is it?"