The Unwilling CEO's Love Game novel Chapter 53

After coming to her senses, Jocelyn was sprawled all over him, panting for breath.

Melvin's hand caressed her back, planting occasional kisses on her shoulder, "What did you want to say just now?"

"Huh?"

"You called out for me. Didn't you want to say something?"

Jocelyn didn't lift her head. She wanted to say that she loved him.

The two of them were quite something. No matter how engrossed or passionate they were, they never dropped the "L-bomb."

Every time they got it on, it was serious business. They were totally immersed in feeling each other’s body heat, chatting too, but it was all about whether it felt good or what they craved.

Pillow talk was about the comfort of positions and the intensity, never really about the heart.

"I wanted to say, I love you." Jocelyn felt like those words were stuck in her throat, she couldn’t find peace.

Melvin looked up at her, "You want more?"

Jocelyn let out a long, deep sigh. She wasn't too bummed out; it was all expected.

"Tired, wanna sleep." She rolled off him.

Melvin sat up, lit a cigarette, and seeing her back turned to him, he said, "Drive me tomorrow."

"My driving sucks. Maybe you should get Zephyr to take you." She really doubted her driving skills, afraid she couldn't get him to his destination on time.

"Get up early, and drive slow." Melvin was dead set on her taking him.

Jocelyn lazily retorted, "Don't wanna."

Melvin took a fierce drag, "I've put my life in your hands, and you don't want it?"

Who asked for his life anyway?

It would be a real hoot if he had the guts to say that when it actually came down to life or death.

Bright and early the next day, Melvin woke Jocelyn up.

"What time is it?" Jocelyn, still groggy, could barely open her eyes.

Melvin's hand was stirring under the covers, "Seven o’clock."

"Stop it, I need to sleep some more." Jocelyn tried to stop his hand.

"No more sleep." Melvin whispered in her ear, his breath warm, "I won't be back for a week."

Jocelyn turned her head away, annoyed, "Mhm."

"I'm afraid you'll miss me." Melvin wasn’t stopping anytime soon; he was already on top of her, kissing her lips, "One last time. Give it to me."

He was straightforward, not taking no for an answer, and just took her.

Jocelyn's hand clawed at his back fiercely, her throat let out an unprepared cry.

Whether it was the rush or the thrill, it was over in just a matter of minutes for Melvin.

Jocelyn's sleepiness was totally disrupted, and she suddenly bit down hard on his shoulder, not letting go for a while.

Melvin just let her bite.

"Trying to leave a mark on me?" He asked in a husky voice.

Jocelyn tugged at the flesh on his shoulder, her eyes filled with resentment, "Were you trying to kill me with that rough ride?"

Melvin lifted the covers to check, and Jocelyn, embarrassed, quickly pulled them back over, "What are you doing?"

"Just checking."

Jocelyn was speechless.

How could he be so shameless?

Melvin asked seriously, "Does it hurt?"

"What do you think?" Jocelyn glared at him.

"It's supposed to hurt."

Jocelyn knew he wasn't the tender type, but this heartless comment was a first.

Yet Melvin seemed quite pleased with himself, "It's my keepsake for you."

Jocelyn, irritated, reached out to grab him, but Melvin was quick, hopping out of bed, "If you'd caught my dick just now, I'd be done for, and your fun times would be over."