The Unwilling CEO's Love Game novel Chapter 258

The bathroom was spacious enough to place a bed with room to spare.

The tub was so large, one could almost take a swim in it, and there was even a couch idly positioned to the side.

Jocelyn couldn't fathom why anyone would need a couch in a bathroom.

"Is there anywhere else we haven't explored?" she asked with a hint of curiosity in her voice.

"There's a patio outside the bedroom, quite expansive and bare. You can take your time to envision its potential another day," Melvin replied casually.

Jocelyn made a move towards the outside.

But Melvin caught her hand, halting her steps.

"I want to have a look."

"There's nothing remarkable to see. Wouldn't you rather test out the couch's comfort or the ample space in the tub?" His arms wrapped around her waist, his intentions obvious as he leaned in.

Jocelyn leaned back, and in one swift motion, Melvin scooped her up and deposited her onto the chaise, his body pressing down onto hers.

In that instant, she realized the purpose of placing a couch in the bathroom.

"You..." She propped herself up on her elbows, her eyes sparkling with playful accusation. "This was deliberate."

"It's not deliberate," he murmured, his gaze deep and tender as he brushed her hair. "It's just the natural dance of love between husband and wife."

No sooner had the words left his mouth than his lips found hers.

The kiss was gentle at first, a soft exploration that gradually deepened with each passing moment.

The chaise lounge was the perfect combination of comfort and support, accommodating their entwined bodies without complaint.

Jocelyn succumbed to the waves of pleasure Melvin conjured, her body melting into his embrace, her resistance ebbing away like the tide.

Melvin was a maestro of desire, his repertoire vast as he claimed. The pleasure he delivered was indescribable, unparalleled by anything she'd ever known.

After an eternity, he lay atop her, breath ragged, lips grazing her shoulder with occasional playful bites that evoked soft moans and involuntary shivers from Jocelyn.

"Tired?" His voice was a husky whisper against her neck, sending a tremor through her heart.

Exhausted, with a delicious ache in her limbs, she could only muster a faint nod.

Satisfied by the flush on her cheeks, Melvin kissed her lightly and asked, "How's my technique?"

The question surprised Jocelyn that he was still seeking her recognition, typical of a man's pride in such matters.

"Yes, it's good," she assured him, truthfully content.

"Then we shall continue," he declared, lifting her effortlessly.

Jocelyn clung to his neck in surprise, her body suspended in his arms before being gently submerged into the warm embrace of the bathtub. The water's buoyancy eased her tired muscles, providing a soothing reprieve.

Melvin watched her intently, a glint of mischief in his eyes.

Jocelyn, still shy under his gaze, found herself blushing as he disappeared beneath the surface.

"You..." she gasped as sensation coursed through her, her body reacting with a life of its own. She arched her neck, bit her lip, and clasped his head underwater, terrified of releasing any sounds of pleasure that might escape.

Melvin surfaced, nipping at her chin. "Relax, honey. Don’t worry, the room is soundproof."

His words only heightened her embarrassment.

Once again, he dove under, playful as a dolphin, leaving Jocelyn unable to contain her vocal appreciation for his attentions.

Outside the window, the moon hung full and bright.