Since their kiss had been momentarily abandoned, Sam could freely admire Beatrice's front. She wore a striking red bra that looked incredibly sexy, adorned with lace underneath. "You did this on purpose, didn't you?"

Forget answering, Beatrice couldn't even muster the strength to push away Sam's hand that was once again exploring her body. It wasn't because they hadn't exchanged breathless moans in a few days due to Sam's condition, but this time Sam treated her in a completely different manner.

Sam's fingertips played skillfully, in a constant and systematic motion, as light as a feather. It made Beatrice more and more captivated. She found herself tilting her head back,...