A gentleman with a hidden Vice

Once their eyes met, it was like a bolt of lightning igniting a wildfire.

Grace couldn't remember who made the first move. They just naturally embraced each other.

John Amster started to lift her nightgown.

Grace's face turned pale with fright. While suppressing her desire, she held his hand, "Wait, wait a moment!"

The man kissed her collarbone, looking at her dazed expression, "It's been a month. I can't hold back... How about going to your place?"

Grace refused, "There's a budget hotel nearby. We can go up by elevator. It's quick."

The two were like dry tinder catching fire. In the elevator, the man tightly grasped her waist. If she hadn't reminded him several times about the monitor in the elevator, John wouldn't have let her go.

As soon as she entered the room, before she could turn on the light, Grace was pressed against the door by the man. His strong arms easily lifted her, causing her to let out a soft gasp, and her legs were forced to wrap around his muscular waist. The man's warm breath lingered from her earlobe down to her collarbone, making her tremble all over. His finger approached her pussy, and gently kneaded for a moment, then unexpectedly delved in, causing her to sway on his waist in comfort. He was so bad and placed his wet finger by her lips and whispered.

"Sweetheart, you can't wait too, right?"

...

As her thoughts returned, Grace Quinn's breathing became more rapid.

Grace knew that it was no use waiting like this. She had to roll down the car window.

The hot and dry air rushed towards her.

Outside the car window, the man was dressed in a dark blue suit. The shirt buttons were fastened to the very last one, blocking others' prying eyes.

A pair of gold-rimmed glasses was perched on his straight nose, and an exquisite brooch on his chest sparkled.

Having been used to his rough side, seeing him suddenly dressed so formally made her think of the term "a gentleman with a hidden vice".

It was in sharp contrast to his wild and rough appearance in the underground garage at that time.

However, this man had a handsome face. Even before dressing up, just with that face and his strong physique, he had already made Grace infatuated.

On lonely late nights, she would think of the man's hot body.

Now, with his glamorous appearance, exuding the noble and abstinent aura of a chaebol heir, he was somehow alluring.

Who wouldn't want to pull this flower on the high mountain down from the altar?

"Mr. Amster, I can explain what happened just now. I tapped by mistake because my hand was too fast."

However, the man didn't pay any attention to her. He reached his hand into the car and opened the door from the inside.

With the door no longer blocking, he bent over towards Grace.

Grace was wearing a seatbelt and had nowhere to escape.

"Mr. Amster..."

The man approached inch by inch, gradually reducing the distance between each other until he enclosed her completely within his territory.

John stared at Grace Quinn with deep eyes. There was still a blush on the little woman's fair face, and she seemed a bit guilty because of his proximity.

"Let me guess why you tapped on me at night. Were you going to delete me? No, if you wanted to, you could have done it last time.

You opened our chat but didn't type any words. You are reading our messages, right?"

With her thoughts exposed, Grace Quinn had no room to refute and could only look aside guiltily.

The man lifted her chin, "Tell me why you suddenly wanted to check our previous talks?"

No matter how she answered, she would be labeled as secretly paying attention to him.

Seeing that she didn't answer, the man let out a soft laugh and leaned close to her ear, whispering gently, "Is it because you want it? Hmm?"

"I didn't... Mmm..."

Ever since he kissed her that day, he was now quite proficient at kissing her lips.

Grace wasn't used to the strange aura from others. She pressed her fingers against the man's chest, "Mr. Amster, John, stop..."

The man lingered by her lips, murmuring softly, "You're panting so hard and still say you don't want it?