CHAPTER 87: CHAPTER 87: CALL ME HUSBAND

Their breaths began to intertwine.

His scorching kiss landed once more, moving downward, carrying a punishing force, but more so a sense of cherishing.

Holly’s eyelashes trembled, her body shivering involuntarily. Unconsciously, she grabbed the hem of his pajamas, but soon he pulled her hands down, interlocking their fingers together.

A faint jasmine fragrance floated in the air, mingling with the scent of cedar on him, twisting into an invisible fog.

"Holly, I want you."

His voice was hoarse, his breath brushing behind her ear, and that patch of skin quickly heated up.

Holly was tightly encircled in his arms, with nowhere to escape.

Her consciousness began to blur, time seemed to stretch, yet also seemed to be at a standstill.

The moonlight outside the window began to slant, the warmth inside the room intensified.

After Blake carried Holly out of the bathroom, she was already asleep from exhaustion.

He gently laid her on the bed, then gathered her into his arms, his fingers tracing her brows, his gaze tender, never having enough of looking at her.

Within Blake’s heart was an uncontrollable sense of fulfillment, his Holly belonged completely to him now.

Especially recalling her innocent and helpless demeanor in his arms just moments ago, knowing both of them were experiencing their first time together, he couldn’t help but tighten his embrace, wanting to fuse her into his very bones.

Yet, in that moment of touching her, that hint of joy was tinged with a touch of bitterness. He knew his Holly harbored too many worries, past shadows, future uncertainties, and he could only occupy a small corner of her heart.

But he was not satisfied, he could only restrain his possessiveness, avoiding any actions that would make her world revolve solely around him.

Actually, he was insanely jealous.

Jealous of the despicable man who once owned seven years of her life, even though those seven years were filled with deceit, he still wished to possess them. These dark thoughts often surged in the late night, almost becoming an obsession.

He wished that her past, present, and future would bear only his imprint.

But it’s okay, he had plenty of time, slowly to cover and replace all the marks that did not belong to him.

Blake held her waist, whispered softly, "Goodnight, Holly."

In the morning, when Holly opened her eyes, she found herself staring directly into Blake’s eyes.

Not knowing when he woke up, this man indeed had impressive stamina, having slept later than she did, yet waking up so early.

The warmth in Blake’s eyes made her instinctively want to turn away, but as soon as she moved, she pulled a muscle in her side, a soreness making her wince slightly.

"Does it still hurt?"

He immediately tightened his arms, tenderly rubbing her lower back, feeling both regretful and distressed.

Last night, he was too eager at the start, driven by primal urges, seeking only by instinct.

Later, seeing her frown, he realized he might have hurt her and began slowing down, exploring with care, hoping to bring her some pleasure.

"Holly, yesterday... did you like it?" He lowered his head, rubbing his nose against hers, a hint of nervousness in his words.

Holly’s face flushed, she pinched his arm lightly, her voice hoarse, "What are you talking about first thing in the morning?"

Blake chuckled softly, holding her mischievous hand, a teasing smile on his face, "Seems like Holly is quite satisfied."

"No, it was just alright." She stubbornly insisted.

However, the morning male obviously couldn’t stand provocation, her words were like adding fuel to the fire.

With a turn, Blake pinned her beneath him, and she soon paid the sore price for that "just alright".

Afterwards, Holly lay limp on the bed, looking hopelessly at Blake as he wiped her fingers and applied hand cream.

His movements were gentle, tickling her a bit.

Seeing her lazy demeanor, Blake felt utterly softened inside, wanting to kiss her again, but just as he leaned down, Holly kicked him away.

Withdrawing her hand, she staggered towards the bathroom, leaving a parting shot: "We’ll sleep in separate beds tonight!"

Separate beds?

Blake raised an eyebrow, how could that be possible?

That night, he locked all the rooms in the house except for the bedroom, and put the keys in the safe, also hiding all the cushions and blankets from the living room sofa.

Holly: "..."

She glared at him angrily, returning to the bedroom.

And the price of that "just alright" was far heavier than she expected.

He couldn’t deny Blake’s extraordinary learning ability and his perfectionist approach.

In one night, he had already mastered all the techniques to make her surrender.

In the midst of passion, he lifted her waist, biting her earlobe, his breath scorching, "Holly, does it still feel just alright now?"

Holly bit her lip, not speaking.

A glint of mischief flashed in Blake’s eyes as he kissed her lips repeatedly, "Holly, say you like it."

Holly was worn down by him, "Li...ke...."

"Like who? Say you like me."

"Like...you...."

"Say, like Blake."

"Li... like... Blake..."

Seeing her rare obedience, Blake Sinclair took advantage and hoarsely commanded, "Darling, call me hubby."

Holly’s face turned bright red, and she turned her head, biting her lip, refusing to speak.

Blake’s eyes darkened, and he intentionally applied more pressure.

Holly pleaded, "Hu... sbby..."

"Good girl." He was satisfied, kissing her gently and softly.

Holly was annoyed and, taking advantage of the little strength she had left, tilted her head and bit his neck out of frustration.

A man who’s been intimate can’t be provoked, but she wasn’t someone who could be easily bullied either! She wasn’t made of dough!

...

Ever since they became intimate, Blake Sinclair wanted to cling to Holly Crowe all the time.

Starting from breakfast, he would use the excuse of "tasting if the porridge is sweet" to sneak a kiss on her lips.

Before leaving for work, he would wait at the entrance, making sure to kiss her a "goodbye kiss" before letting her leave.

And as for the nights, there’s nothing more to be said.

Over time, Holly even formed a conditioned reflex; whenever he lowered his head, she would instinctively lift hers.

Moreover, he would say, "Holly, you worked hard last night," and then personally drive her to Lunar Lotus Studio every day. At the entrance, he would coax and cajole her into kissing him for a long time before letting her get out of the car.

Blake Sinclair looked at her lying on his chest panting softly, eyes full of affection, and lifted her chin, wanting to kiss her again.

Holly lightly blocked his mouth with her hand, "Alright, alright, I’m going to be late. Go kiss yourself!"

Watching her hurried figure escape from the car, Blake Sinclair nostalgically touched his lips and chuckled softly.

Sinclair Group.

After Cole Tanner arrived at the company, he felt that Blake Sinclair was acting strange; he couldn’t hide the spring-like breeze on his face.

Is this some big happy event?

Could it be... that Sinclair Group’s territory is expanding again?

Cole Tanner, filled with confusion, went in to confirm the schedule with Blake Sinclair.

He waited beside him, but Blake Sinclair suddenly loosened his tie, "It’s a bit hot."

Cole Tanner: "Do you need me to turn down the air conditioning?"

"No need."

As he spoke, Blake Sinclair began to take off his jacket.

Cole Tanner hurriedly took it, but accidentally caught a glimpse of the ambiguous red mark near his boss’s shirt collar!

He instantly froze, unsure of where to direct his gaze.

At a loss, he met Blake Sinclair’s meaningful gaze.

"Saw it?" Blake Sinclair’s tone was emotionless.

Cole Tanner’s scalp tingled, "No, no! Mr. Sinclair, I... I didn’t see anything!"

Doomed, I’m finished.

Will I be silenced?

Please no, I just received my beloved motorcycle.

Surprisingly, Blake Sinclair just glanced at him blandly without saying anything.

Just then, the secretary entered with coffee.

Blake Sinclair, deliberately or not, tugged at his tie again, making the mark even more noticeable!

Cole Tanner watched helplessly as the secretary’s eyes lit up, her gossiping spirit burning brightly.

Cole Tanner: "..."

No... girl, tone it down!

If you’re going to look, at least don’t smile so much!

He quickly signaled her with his eyes, and the secretary finally stifled her laughter and left the room.

As soon as the door closed, muffled exclamations could be heard outside.

Cole Tanner was speechless. Looks like the company gossip group is going to explode again.

Blake Sinclair seemed unaware of anything, and after finishing the schedule adjustments, he instructed, "Reschedule anything after 5:30 PM; I need to pick up my wife from work."

"Understood, President Sinclair."

In the evening, the Maybach arrived on time at the entrance of Lunar Lotus Studio.

Standing by the car door, Blake Sinclair saw Holly coming out and immediately went up to naturally wrap his arm around her waist, wanting to lean down for a kiss.

Holly deftly dodged, poking his chest with her finger, pretending to be serious, "Mr. Sinclair, I think we can’t continue like this."

Blake Sinclair seized her fingers, bringing them to his lips to kiss, "Oh? What do you have in mind, Miss Crowe? Do tell."