Sweet Mischief's Rollercoaster Romance novel Chapter 160

Mia could only protest with "mmmm" as she was kissed senseless by Andre. So caught up in the moment, she didn't even notice his hands sneaking around her waist. Not until they began to slowly move up. Mia immediately came to her senses and pushed Andre's hand away with her small hand, "Hey, hubby, you're going too far!"

Andre was lost in the kiss, wishing he could press his wife onto the desk right now.

After a steamy make-out session, they made up.

Andre went to shower while Mia hid in the sheets, shrugging off responsibility for their heated moment, "I had nothing to do with it, you're the one who lost control."

Andre closed his eyes in the bathroom. When he was single he was fine with not being physically intimate, but when he was married it was even tougher than it had been when he was single. Before, he didn't want to have sex, but now he craved it and Mia kept refusing him. He felt like it was a test of his self-control.

After showering, Andre came out wearing only a towel. Mia couldn't help but admire her husband's body, sneaking peeks at his chest muscles. She wanted to count his abs but didn't dare to be too reckless.

Andre intentionally paraded around the bedroom in just his towel.

Mia pouted, "Hubby, go put on some clothes. You can't tempt me into making a mistake."

Andre looked at her, satisfied with her reaction, "I'm practicing my self-control every night. You should too."

Mia, "You're so sneaky."

Andre raised an eyebrow, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. His phone rang, he picked it up and said, "Hello."

Mia curiously crawled to the end of the bed to watch him answer the phone.

Seeing her coming closer, Andre told the person on the phone, "I'll be there tomorrow, I have to stay with my kitten tonight. I need to stabilize her emotions."

Mia frowned, "Hubby, you're telling people I'm your kitten again." She thought that if he flaunted it like that, the whole world would know that Andre, the business tycoon, had taken a kitte for a wife.

Ignoring her, Andre continued, "I didn't come home last night and my wife missed me. She stayed up all night crying, her eyes all puffy. If I'm not home tonight, she'll be even more upset."

"If she's upset at home, I'll be distracted outside," he added.

Mia moved closer to him, not caring whether he was dressed or not. She just wanted to lean against him, watching him.

Andre chatted for a bit more before hanging up. Mia looked at his handsome face, her eyes curved into little crescents, "Hubby, where are you going?"

"Out of town."

Without revealing more, Andre gently pushed her away, "Go warm yourself in the bed, I need to pack."

"I'll help you." Mia volunteered.

She followed him closely.

"You?"

Mia nodded, "Just watch, darling. As your lover, I should know how to pack."

With that, she pulled the suitcase to the closet, opened it, and started picking out clothes of different thickness. She folded them neatly and placed them into the suitcase. After a while, she went to the drawer, picked out several pairs of socks, "How many days will you be gone, darling?"

"Prepare for five days."

Mia picked out six pairs of socks, placed them in a storage bag, and put Andre's underwear in a travel bag. After half an hour of bustling around, she clapped her hands, "Done, darling. Are you satisfied?"

Andre had been leaning against the door frame, watching her pack all along. He was more than satisfied.

"Who have you packed for before? You're so skilled," Andre asked curiously.