Don't Be a Tease, Mr. Blackwood

Chapter 46: Chapter 46: Can We Do the 3 Projects at Once?

Sophie Shaw thought she must be going insane.

Her head wasn’t clear, her thoughts a jumbled mess, and she had actually just kissed Alaric Blackwood.

Her kiss was clumsy and artless, her slightly trembling hands tightly gripping the silk fabric of the man’s shirt.

Alaric Blackwood’s pupils constricted. After a few seconds of stunned silence, he tossed the cigar in his hand onto the coffee table without hesitation, wrapped his arms around the woman’s slender waist, and forcefully pulled her toward him.

As her soft body fell against him, he leaned back, his spine pressing into the sofa’s backrest, letting Sophie Shaw fall completely into his embrace.

Her delicate, soft body carried a faint, sweet scent that filled his senses with every breath.

He slid off her jacket, pressing her body even closer to his. His tongue parted her lips, turning the tables as he took control of the kiss, deepening it with a dominant, invasive passion. freewebnovёl.ƈom

The kiss lasted so long that Sophie lost all track of time. Her body temperature skyrocketed, making her feel like a scorching ball of fire.

He kissed her until her head grew dizzy and she could barely breathe, yet Alaric Blackwood showed no signs of stopping. She had no choice but to bite the corner of his lip.

The coppery taste of blood filled her mouth.

Alaric Blackwood’s brow furrowed slightly. He instinctively pulled his lips away and turned his head to the side. He lightly touched the corner of his mouth where she’d bitten him, his fingertip coming away with a bright red bead of blood.

He let out a low chuckle. "What are you, a puppy?"

Sophie’s breathing was ragged. Her fair, clear complexion from when she arrived was now as red as a ripe tomato.

She gasped for air, retorting without much conviction, "I’m yours."

She hadn’t bitten him lightly and worried that Alaric Blackwood would be angry, so she didn’t dare to look at him.

An ambiguous energy filled the air.

Alaric Blackwood let out a deep chuckle and turned his gaze back to her. His deep, alluring eyes watched her flushed face, unwilling to let her go. One arm remained tightly wrapped around her waist while his other hand reached for the coffee table, plucked a tissue, and gently pressed it to the bleeding corner of his mouth.

"So, wife, how was the experience?"

Sophie’s eyes darted away, embarrassed by the question. "It was okay."

"Just okay?"

She pressed her lips together. "It was good."

’Even though I don’t know how many women Alaric Blackwood has been with, or if he was telling the truth about being so inexperienced that he’s still a virgin, I have to admit—the man is an excellent kisser.’

"Continue?"

"Doesn’t your lip hurt?"

Of course it hurt.

But he wasn’t satisfied yet.

He raised a hand to cup the back of her neck, about to kiss her again, but she dodged back and turned her head away. "Mr. Blackwood, where’s your first-aid kit?"

"You don’t want to continue?"

"Your lip is bleeding. You should take care of the cut first."

Since she didn’t want to, Alaric Blackwood didn’t force her. He pointed to a cabinet, and the arm wrapped around her waist loosened.

She easily slipped out of his embrace, walked over to where he had pointed, and retrieved the first-aid kit from the cabinet before returning to sit beside him.

The man already had one cut on the corner of his lip, and now she had bitten the other side. The wounds were now symmetrical.

Alaric Blackwood sat quietly on the sofa, letting Sophie take out a cotton swab and gently dab at the corners of his mouth.

"Did you cry before you came here?"

The man’s question was sudden. The hand Sophie was holding the cotton swab with froze for a moment before she shook her head.

"Your eyes are so red. You were obviously crying. Do I look that easy to fool?"

Sophie fell silent. After she finished treating the cuts on his lips, she immediately started packing up the first-aid kit.

Just as she was about to get up and put the kit away, Alaric Blackwood grabbed her wrist.

"Why were you crying? Did someone bully you? Who? Tell me."

Alaric Blackwood’s rapid-fire questions left Sophie momentarily speechless.

’Even if I told him, what could he do?’

’Is he going to stand up for me?’

’Never mind that we have a contract marriage and he has no obligation to go that far. Besides, the person who made me cry was my own father. What could Alaric Blackwood do to Joseph Shaw?’

’Is he going to pin his own father-in-law to the ground and beat him up?’

Naturally, Sophie couldn’t let something like that happen.

You don’t air your dirty laundry in public. No matter how many problems she had with Joseph Shaw, it wasn’t something Alaric Blackwood should get involved in. fɾēewebnσveℓ.com

"No one bullied me."

"Then why were you crying?"

"I was missing my mom. Is that not allowed?"

This time, it was Alaric Blackwood’s turn to be silenced.

Sophie’s cold attitude instantly killed his mood to continue the conversation.

He picked up the already-cut cigar from the coffee table, lit it with a lighter, and took a deep drag.

The aroma of the cigar filled the air, a cloyingly sweet, creamy scent that made Sophie a little dizzy. She disliked sweets, and smelling such strong fragrances for too long tended to give her a headache.

Seeing the man fall silent, his expression growing colder, she took the hint, picked up the first-aid kit, and walked to the cabinet by the wall to put it away.

"I told my family I’d be staying out tonight. If there’s nothing else, can I go to my room now?"

Alaric Blackwood didn’t respond.

Just as she turned to walk toward the stairs, a low, husky voice sounded from behind her. "Come here."

She couldn’t help but freeze, turning back to look in surprise at the man lounging lazily on the sofa.

’His lip is in that state,’ she thought, ’surely he doesn’t still want to kiss?’

"Is there something you need?"

"Yes."

Hesitantly, Sophie slowly shuffled back to Alaric Blackwood’s side.

The man narrowed his eyes. He set the cigar he was holding on the edge of the ashtray, letting the smoke curl upward and the aroma spread. Then, his large, well-defined hand shot out, grabbed her slender wrist, and yanked her toward him.

The force of his pull sent her stumbling forward. She landed on her knees between his spread legs, her upper body falling against him, her chest pressed flush against his.

Alaric Blackwood felt the softness pressed tightly against his chest and a faint smile touched his lips. "We’ve already experienced kissing. Now, it’s time for hugging."

Sophie’s mind was buzzing.

’The ’experience’ he mentioned isn’t over yet?’

’He was hugging me when we kissed, and his hands were anything but proper.’

’I thought once the kissing was done, it was all over...’

She was forced to her knees on the sofa, lying prone in the man’s embrace.

Alaric Blackwood wrapped his arms around her waist without a word, simply holding her. For a long time, he made no other move.

"My... my legs are getting numb."

Her knees, having been bent for so long, were aching and tingling with pins and needles.

With one arm supporting her lower back, Alaric Blackwood shifted her body sideways. His other arm slipped under the bend of her knees, steadily lifting her long legs to settle her horizontally across his lap.

"Next up is massage and caressing time."

A wild, unrestrained curve formed on the man’s lips. With one arm holding her, his other hand began to massage her numb legs with just the right amount of pressure—not too light, not too firm.

Sophie’s body tensed up, especially when the man’s hand touched her thigh.

"Mr. Blackwood, in the future, can we do all three ’projects’ at once?"

’Doing them separately is just weird.’

Her words made the man laugh deeply. "Three ’projects’?"

’She’s actually treating this like a series of projects?’

"If we really do them all at once, can you handle it?"

"To be honest, I’m afraid you wouldn’t be able to take it."

Alaric Blackwood was quite confident in his own stamina and technique. "It’s better to do them separately."

Sophie’s face was burning. "I can handle it."

"Are you sure?"

"I’m sure."

"Alright then, let’s try it right now. All three projects at once. We’ll see if you can take it."

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