Chapter 123
The girl’s soft body pressed against his, and he could feel every part of her.
The air seemed to become somewhat dry.
He glanced outside. Everyone was busy, no one noticed them.
With the tip of his finger, he lifted Flora’s chin, gazing at her slightly parted, rosy lips.
He leaned down and kissed her.
The first two kisses were mere pecks, but this time, Connor was relentless.
His overwhelming presence enveloped Flora completely. He invaded her inch by inch, marking her with his scent.
Flora’s breathing became erratic. Connor’s kisses almost made her legs give way, and she nearly collapsed several times. His calloused hands gripped her waist, supporting her body.
Their bodies pressed tightly together, their chests heaving dramatically. Connor could feel the girl’s chest fluctuating continuously against him.
Outside, the voices of Ray and Raul, along with the consistent typing of Henrik, reached their ears.
The thought that her father and brother were out there while she and Connor were in here made Flora feel a guilty thrill. She couldn’t help but let out a soft moan.
“Mmm…”
Connor’s breathing became rapid and disordered. Flora’s gasps nearly drove him to lose control, and he wanted more.
But he stopped himself. His actions had already been quite out of line.
The hand on her waist gently caressed her through the fabric but went no further. He slowly released Flora, and his eyes were a deep shade of red.
“Flora..” His voice was hoarse, filled with lingering desire.
Flora’s legs felt weak again.
“Alright then, let’s play poker. I’ll go call Flora.” Ray’s voice rang out, startling Flora, who quickly put distance between herself and Connor.
Ray strode in, stopping at the kitchen door. Noticing their flushed faces and disheveled clothes, he smirked meaningfully.
“Whoa!”
Compared to Flora, who blushed to the tips of her ears, Connor remained calm. He glanced at Ray, “Get out.”
Ray raised an eyebrow, “Hurry up and get ready, come out for poker.”
Before leaving the kitchen, Flora meticulously checked her clothes, making sure nothing was amiss.
The poker table was already set.
Ray, Flora, Henrik, Raul–just the right number for a game.
Flora wasn’t very good at poker initially, losing the first few rounds, and neither Raul nor Henrik played often, so their skills were modest
at best.
Ray won a grand slam.
“Full house!”
“Royal flush!”
Ray pushed his cards forward, his smile unstoppable.
Flora was quick–witted. With an excellent memory, she quickly grasped the rules. Besides her own hand, she could even memorize her opponents‘ cards.
After a few rounds, Ray almost doubted his life.
“Six of Diamonds.”
“Flush.”
Flora pushed her cards forward with a smile, “Sorry, another flush for me.”
In no time, Ray was losing big.
Connor came out of the kitchen, telling Raul that all the other dishes were ready, and the ribs were prepped, just waiting for Raul to