The Unwilling CEO's Love Game novel Chapter 7

Jocelyn remained unyielding.

As Melvin kissed her lips, his breathing heavy, “Don’t push me.”

“Do you really want to keep things this way with me forever?” Jocelyn tried to keep her cool.

Melvin's hands roamed over her body, masterfully taking control, “‘Forever’ works for me.”

Early in her period, she was too touchy to resist.

That volcanic rush of sensation had her shamefully squeezing her legs together; he knew just how to get her going.

“What am I to you without a name, without a status?” Jocelyn was losing her mind, probably because she hadn’t worked out in a while, and her desires were easily stirred by him.

A lifetime was indeed tempting.

Melvin bit through the thin nightgown, and upon hearing her gasp, he looked up proudly at her misty eyes, “Why do we need a name or label? We’re in sync and life’s good; isn’t that enough?”

He was so bad.

Bad enough to leave Jocelyn at a loss for words.

She had even convinced herself that his good stamina and skills were a point in his favor.

In the adult world, that really mattered.

“I want a real relationship, marriage, and kids,” Jocelyn said with a fast-beating heart, “If you can’t give me those, then stop leading me on.”

Melvin took her hand and placed it on his lower half, his voice rough, “You know you’re the one who really turns me on.”

Jocelyn’s breath was erratic. She wanted to pull away but was held down firmly.

“You love me, and I’m with you, isn’t that what you want?” Melvin’s seductive voice was magnetic.

She loved him, and he knew it all too well.

It was because of this unfair love that he dared to toy with her.

A moment of clarity pierced Jocelyn’s muddled thoughts, “What about you? Do you love me?”

Melvin held her hand, “If I’m all fired up just for you, doesn’t that mean you’re the one for me?”

Never saying love, that was Melvin.

Jocelyn knew that tonight, without making a move, there would be no end. Her grip tightened, her palm burning, “After tonight, I won’t love you anymore.”

Melvin had already closed his eyes in contentment, holding her hand as if undergoing physical therapy, swallowing hard, and making a sound that could make one blush, “We’ll talk after tonight.”

See how confident he is.

In his eyes, Jocelyn would never be able to let go completely.

Even if she was determined, there would be a process.

And that process was his opportunity.

Half an hour later, Melvin dragged Jocelyn to wash her hands, “It’s been a while since I’ve bothered you.”

Jocelyn could barely lift her arms; thankful she didn’t have work the next day.

“I’m going to take a shower,” Melvin said, stripping off his pants with a look of disdain.

Before closing the door, he pointed at the durian on the table, “Eat it up quickly.”

Jocelyn had no appetite, her body all limp. She headed to the bedroom and collapsed on the bed.

Soon, Melvin entered, stark naked, and slipped under the covers beside her.

Jocelyn turned her head to glance at him, “Aren’t you leaving?”

Melvin naturally slipped his arm under her head and hugged her shoulder, closing his eyes, “You want me to leave naked?”

“That’s your problem,” Jocelyn didn’t want this endless cycle, so she tried to pull away from his embrace.

But before she could move, he hugged her from behind, his voice sleepy, “Be good, stop fussing. Let’s sleep.”

His intimate tone was like a lover’s whisper, stirring deep inside her.

Jocelyn resisted, but she was tired too, and eventually gave in.

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The next morning, Jocelyn woke up to those deep, affectionate peach blossom eyes.

She wanted to get up, but he flipped her beneath him.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m moving in today,” Melvin said softly, fixing her hair, “Let’s pretend nothing happened this past month.”

Jocelyn, feeling sore, didn’t have the energy to discuss this, “Move. I need to use the bathroom.”

“If you agree, I’ll move.”