CHAPTER 134: CHAPTER 133

"Why are you so happy?" Emily couldn’t help but ask when she saw Jack smiling foolishly.

"Nothing, nothing," Jack stammered.

Emily glared at him, stood up to clear the table, but Jack quickly pulled her arm and made her sit on the sofa, saying, "Emily, you’ve worked hard cooking tonight, take a rest. Let me handle the rest of the cleaning."

With no real choice left, Emily settled onto the couch to watch TV while Jack took over in the kitchen.

Watching Jack bustle around the kitchen, Emily felt a warmth bloom in her heart, a sensation she hadn’t felt in a very long time.

When Powell was at home before, they used to cook and clean together, laughing and chatting.

But ever since Powell left, she had been doing everything alone, and she hadn’t felt this relaxed and happy for a long time.

"I’ll take a shower first; you can watch TV after you finish it." Because she had sweated a lot while cooking, Emily felt uncomfortable so she walked towards the bathroom, telling Jack as she went.

"Okay." Jack nodded.

He watched as Emily’s voluptuous figure walked into the bathroom, tempted to suggest joining her in the shower but hesitant about the possibility of rejection. Reminding himself that there was no need to rush with several days still ahead, he decided to focus on the chores first and returned to washing the plates.

When Jack finished cleaning the kitchen and returned to the living room, Emily hadn’t come out of the bathroom yet. Jack sat on the sofa watching TV, listening to the sound of water from the bathroom, feeling a bit restless and hot.

Soon, the bathroom door opened, and Emily came out wrapped in a snow-white towel. Seeing Jack sitting on the sofa, she smiled slightly and said, "Jack, wanna take a shower? I’ve prepared a new towel and toothbrush for you; you can use them later." Catching a glimpse of Emily’s towel slipping to reveal more than intended, Jack’s eyes widened. He cleared his throat, trying to keep it cool and said, "I usually shower before bed."

Emily nodded and went into the bedroom. She thought about closing the door but decided not to.

She went to the closet, threw the towel aside, picked out a set of underwear and pajamas to change into. Unbeknownst to her, Jack had a clear view of everything through the open bedroom door.

Her luminous, tousled hair cascaded over her shoulders, a few strands artfully veiling her chest, shyly concealing the nipples that seemed curious about the world beyond, while the rest flowed smoothly down her back, almost reaching her perky buttocks.

Her full but not exaggerated breasts showed no sagging even without a bra, slightly perky and alluring under the strands of hair in front of her face.

Emily’s flat chest had no extra fat, making her slender waist look even more flexible and beautiful.

Her two tender long legs tightly guarded the mysterious area at the base, not giving anyone a chance to peek.

As Emily slipped into her underwear, she paused, then opted to skip the bra and went straight for her pajamas, reasoning that it was unnecessary since she was just heading to bed. The two continued watching TV, and when it was almost time to sleep, Emily said, "Sorry, you could only sleep on the sofa tonight; once I finished tidying up the guest room tomorrow, you can sleep in it."

Jack was about to agree, but his attention was caught by Emily’s long, flowing hair trailing behind her, her eyes glistening slightly, her cheeks flushed with a delicate pink, and her figure draped in a white silk nightgown. Captivated, he found himself momentarily speechless.

The nightgown barely covered half of her thighs, leaving the rest exposed.

Her small feet were in a pair of pink summer slippers, with light pink nail polish making her toes look crystal clear and flawless.

Jack swallowed quietly, jokingly said, "Emily, this sofa is too small; if I sleep on it, I can’t even stretch my legs. Why don’t you let me sleep with you?"

Emily blushed and scolded, "Don’t talk nonsense; you sleep on the sofa tonight. If you don’t want to, you can go home."

She knew exactly what Jack was thinking, and she couldn’t let him sleep with her.

She hadn’t made love for long, and Jack had just experienced the pleasure of sex. They were a perfect match, and if they really had a relationship, she would not only feel guilty towards Powell but also couldn’t explain their affair to Jack’s mother.

Aurora had entrusted her with Jack’s care, a responsibility she couldn’t betray.

"Okay, okay, I get it." Jack knew Emily wouldn’t go for it, so he agreed, albeit reluctantly.

Emily gave him a pillow and a blanket, smiling and saying, "Alright, you should rest soon, good night."

Jack lay on the sofa, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

Thinking about Emily’s perky breasts, he felt a throbbing sensation below. How could he get into her bed?

Suddenly, Jack thought of a way. He knocked on the bedroom door. "Emily, are you asleep?"

"Not yet, what’s up?" Emily’s voice came from inside the room.

"Well, our group is working on a few difficult issues for the project, and we haven’t come up with a good plan. I was wondering if you could help suggest something." Jack said.

"In that case, come in." Emily replied.

Jack entered the room and saw Emily lying on the bed. When she sat up, the button on her nightgown came undone, revealing a large part of her breast.

The two soft breasts pushed the nightgown high, looking extremely sexy.

Jack sat on a chair and started a fake conversation with Emily.

After listening, Emily thought for a moment and said, "Open my computer. I remember there are a few project proposals in there that might give you some inspiration."

Jack agreed and opened her computer, following Emily’s instructions to find and read those project proposals. Originally, Jack’s interest seemed mere pretense, but soon he was utterly engrossed.

Emily, witnessing this transformation, was delighted; what she mistook for an excuse was, in truth, a genuine quest for guidance. Looking at Jack’s profile, Emily gradually became mesmerized.

To be honest, Eva was drawn to Jack not only for his 10-inch big cock but also for his demeanor.

Compared to other men, Jack was much more mature and responsible.

Like last time, if it were an ordinary man, he would definitely have fucked her without hesitation.

Reflecting on that moment, Emily suddenly felt a wave of emotion. She noticed a curious tingling in her lower body and realized that her lace panties were damp from her arousal, clinging almost transparently to her skin.

And the labia below her panties appeared rosier and swollen, resembling the hungry mouth of a baby, opening, and closing eagerly, while the sticky and thick white vaginal discharge flowed continuously like a baby’s drool.

Finally, Emily couldn’t resist anymore. She quickly pushed her wet panties aside and inserted her fingers into the warm, slippery vagina.

As soon as she did, the eager flesh inside her vagina clung to her fingers tightly, a strong suction deep within pulling them further in. Emily vigorously thrust a few times, and the long-awaited strange itchiness in her vagina immediately produced an indescribable and thrilling pleasure, rushing to her head, and spreading throughout her body.

Her mature, beautiful body trembled uncontrollably with pleasure, her cheeks flushed with a lascivious glow.

As Emily fervently thrust her fingers into the warm and soft vagina, her other hand was just as busy, eagerly kneading and squeezing her round, firm breasts until they reddened with the intensity of her touch.

"Emily, I’m kinda lost with this project proposal." At this moment, Jack suddenly spoke, startling Emily.

She had almost forgotten Jack’s presence in her bedroom.

Fortunately, Emily was lying on her side with her back to Jack, so he didn’t notice her behavior. She remained motionless and closed her eyes, pretending to be asleep.

She hoped that Jack would think she was asleep and then leave her room.

Then she could continue with her work.

However, when Jack noticed Emily was not speaking and thought she had fallen asleep, instead of leaving, he leaned closer, carefully watching her.

"Emily, are you asleep?" Jack approached the bed and asked tentatively, seeing Emily with her eyes closed, her face flushed, seemingly asleep, the thin blanket covering her voluptuous body, her slender waist connected to her shapely round hips, forming a seductive S-shaped curve, with her long and round thighs curled up together under her nightgown.

He really wanted to pounce on her and spread Emily’s legs apart, but he knew he couldn’t do it.

Jack held her ankle with one hand and her arch with the other, lifting her delicate foot closer to his face.

Then, from her heel, Jack gently kissed, licked, and couldn’t help but nibble a few times.

Emily’s arch was too sensitive to be licked, but Jack was quite bold with her toes.

Jack took Emily’s big toe into his mouth, gently nibbling on her polished toenail. He slid his tongue between her clean, soap-scented toes, then moved on to tenderly suck each tip one by one.

When Jack put her toe back into his mouth, he felt it subconsciously and playfully stroke his tongue, further igniting his desire.

Jack spat her toe out, quickly flicking his tongue against the rounded tip.