The Unwilling CEO's Love Game novel Chapter 182

Melvin was the king of spontaneity. Men in his circle were always seeking novel thrills.

Jocelyn blushed at the thought. But within that embarrassment, there was a subtle flutter of anticipation.

After all, most people crave excitement.

Otherwise, why would some folks sneak into secluded copses, or why would others find pleasure in the risky business of a tryst on horseback? It was risky to be caught, but it also provided a kind of exhilarating pleasure.

Yet Jocelyn couldn't quite get over her own reservations. She thought making love in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows in his downtown loft was daring enough, which was safely away from prying eyes.

But this place, it felt like an arrow notched and drawn. Despite Jocelyn's strong resistance, Melvin reluctantly lowered his bow.

That tight, uncomfortable sensation made it hard for him to restrain himself. He grabbed Jocelyn's hand and pressed it against his raging desire, his voice husky with a hint of complaint, "You're killing me here!"

Jocelyn tried to withdraw her hand, but he held it firmly.

"You still want to head back?" Jocelyn wasn't about to indulge his madness any longer.

"Give me a moment," Melvin said, gripping her hand and taking deep breaths.

Jocelyn was beyond understanding him and glanced down at her hand, "You sure this is going to help you cool down?"

Suddenly, Melvin released her hand, bolted out of the car, and yanked her into the elevator. They never felt an elevator move so sluggishly before.

As soon as they burst through the door of his apartment, Melvin was all over her. He pressed her against the wall, kissing her lips and shedding their clothes in a frenzy.

Once left the garage, Jocelyn no longer suppressed her desires. They explored every corner of his house with wild emotions.

...

In bed.

Jocelyn lay on Melvin's chest with their fingers intertwined. Their heartbeats and breaths were in sync.

"I've got an idea," she whispered.

"Yeah?" Melvin's voice was lazy and saturated with satisfaction, irresistibly sexy.

Jocelyn bit her lip slightly, "I want to steal my birth certificate from my parents’ so that we can register our marriage secretly."

Melvin shifted to look at her, "What did you say?"

"I want to marry you." Jocelyn's gaze lifted, still glossy with the remnants of passion, "To become your lawful wife."

Melvin's Adam's apple bobbed as his heart rate picked up.

She pressed a hand against his chest, her post-passion cheeks a delicate shade of pink. Her lips curved into a smile, "Your heart's racing. Excited about the idea too?"

Melvin pulled her down beside him and wrapped his arms around her, "Are you sure?"

"Yeah. We'll ask for forgiveness rather than permission. My mom will come around eventually." Jocelyn was all loved up, eager to make things official with him.

"You're an adult. And you shouldn't do this," Melvin said, sounding like he was cautioning a child about to make mischief, "Daisy has her reservations about our marriage for a reason. If we go ahead without resolving her concerns, it'll only deepen her misunderstanding of me."

Hearing this, Jocelyn realized he was right.

She had been too impulsive.

"Sorry," Jocelyn said, caressing his chin, "I didn't think it through."

All she had thought about was that he was finally willing to marry her, and she wanted to secure that as soon as possible.

For some reason, she just really wanted to be with him in a way that they wouldn't easily part.

"I know." Melvin held her tightly. His eyes were deep and unfathomable.

"Haste makes waste. There's no rush."

"Okay."

Jocelyn resolved that she would convince her mother to accept Melvin.