Chapter 37

Emily came to the hotel just for a meal, but the moment she walked in,James pulled her into a warm hug and kissed her hard.

Her lips were almost swollen from his kisses.

She pushed him away and asked, "Why do we have to meet at a hotel? It feels like we're sneaking around."

"Meeting at the office feels even more like sneaking around. Next time,come to my office."

Emily rolled her eyes, thinking he was getting more ridiculous.

She walked straight in and plopped down on the sofa while James headed to the kitchen,busy with something.

Emily noticed the name Veda on his desk.

Veda was a designer who graduated from a top school and got recommended to work for the Golden Birch Group.

Emily thought,'Did she leave the Williams Group because she couldn't stand it and found a way out for herself?'

She wondered if James had seen Veda's name. If he had, why would he leave it out in the open to upset her? It was unlikely he hadn't noticed it.

His files were in such an obvious spot, so he must have seen them.

A flash of coldness crossed Emily's eyes.

Back then, Veda had only stayed at Isolde's house for a week. When she returned to the Johnson Mansion with injuries, Aiden and Mia's affection

for Emily vanished instantly.

They felt more sorry for Veda. After all, she was the daughter they had pampered for twelve years. When Veda cried,they would do nothing but comfort her.

Emily remembered standing at the top of the stairs holding a doll,watching the family downstairs being affectionate.

When Mia first saw her, she thought Emily was a bit dirty. She didn't

want to sleep with Emily and sometimes showed disdain on her face.Emily kept thinking that her mom just wasn't familiar with her, and it

would get better in the future.

But when she saw Mia not minding Veda's dirtiness and injuries,Emily understood instantly.

During those twelve years at Isolde's house, Emily had always been good at reading people's moods.

She understood people's hearts, but it didn't mean she could accept it. She couldn't stand Mia's favoritism. When she argued at home, Mia would say,"Then go back to Isolde's house."

Emily didn't want to go back. Isolde and Lucas Johnson were both abusive,especially Lucas. He had all the worst qualities a person could have.

He even tried to sexually assault minors. One time when Lucas tried to sneak into her bed at midnight, she tightly held onto broken pieces of porcelain and fiercely scratched his penis.

Thinking of those unspeakable past events, Emily felt like there was a bleeding wound in her heart that could never be filled.

Emily closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Most likely, Veda's intention was all for James. It was just too ridiculous.

Compared to the centuries-old noble Smith family, the barely prestigious Johnson family couldn't even be considered nouveau riche. Veda was simply treating others like fools.

After setting the tabe, James walked over and lifted Emily from the sofa.Emily restrained the coldness on her face and looked at him with a smile.

To steady herself, she heldI onto his neck and smiled brightly. "Did you rush back just to have a meal with me?"

Suddenly. James felt like this meal wasn't really necessary.

"Are you hungry?" he asked.

Emily didn't answer right away, so James took her silence as a no.

The food on the table quickly cooled down, but things were heating up in the bedroom.

As James kissed Emily's lips, hestarted undressing her.

His kisses trailed down her body, and when Emily realized what he was about to do, she pressed his head with trembling pupils. "What are you trying to do?"

James kissed her waist, his voice hoarse. "Just trying to make you feel good.

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Emily realized James always had these wild ideas in bed.

James gently explored Emily's most sensitive spots with his lips and tongue, making her lift her face and moan uncontrollably.

At that moment. James's wet and soft tongue was teasing her clitoris and labia, carefully exploring her tender flesh. Soon, he was inside her,licking along the folds.

The intense stimulation and shame made Emily moan softly,and her pussy involuntarily released fluid.

She cried out, "No, James, it's dirty!"

She couldn't believe James was actually kissing her down there. Her delicate mouth kept opening and closing,panting uncontrollably.

At first, Emily tried to resist, but James knew her sensitive spots too well.With his slow, deliberate tongue movements, her body trembled, and her wet pussy clung to his tongue,craving more.

James's tongue reached the deepest part, his nose pressing against her sensitive spot.

She shouted, "James I can't take it anymore!"

Her fingers ran through his hair, pressing his head down. The intense pleasure made her eyes misty, and she couldn't help but cry out.

But James wasn't done. He sucked hard a few times, and when he pulled out, he lightly bit her clitoris.

Propping himself up, James placed his big hands on her breasts,his fingertips tracing her nipples, making them stand erect.

With both hersensitive spots stimulated, Emily's face flushed as she screamed, the intense pleasure and desire almost driving her crazy.

"James,come inside!"

She bit his shoulder to stay grounded.

James chuckled lightly. It was already quite an achievement to push her to this point. If he went too far, he probably wouldn't be allowed to touch her again.

His slender fingertips slid down her slightly sweaty back, slowly moving over her delicate waist,round buttocks, and well-proportioned thighs.

The gentle touch seemed to please her, causing her heart to race.

James's fingertips parted her pussy, and unexpectedly, his penis fiercely penetrated her.

Her pussy tightly twisted around his thick and hard penis, the flesh inside eagerly sucking him in.

She moaned seductively, her small hands touching James all over, igniting a fire everywhere.

James was teased by her seductive eyes, his own eyes turning red with desire.

Grabbing her white buttocks, he thrust into her. His thick penis had to fully enter her pussy every time.

Emily held onto his neck, took the initiative to kiss his lips, and just then,her phone rang. She turned her head to look. It was her father.