Chapter 98

Brendan's hands tightened slightly on Naomi's waist as they kissed, relishing the feel of her delicate curves. The room was quiet, the atmosphere intensely intimate, especially considering their recent argument.

They broke apart, and Naomi couldn't deny the wonderful feeling. She felt as if she were floating. At the same time, she thought of the promise he'd made earlier that day at the old Ludwig mansion. It hadn't seemed like a mere platitude.

He gently lifted her, his hands gripping her sleepwear, and placed her on the vanity table. In the mirror, her silhouette, bare shoulders alluring.

Their lips and teeth met, a dance of passion. Brendan kissed her face, her earlobes, whispering her name against her skin.

"Mmm" Naomi closed her eyes, tilting her head back. Her long, dark hair cascaded down.

They didn't think of pregnancy, didn't dwell on past issues. The rift between them seemed to have vanished. In that moment, they had only each other, their bodies fulfilling their needs and desires.

Brendan stood between her legs, kissing her fair skin, feeling the softness of her chest. Naomi felt it deeply.

He was very

As her nightgown slipped from her shoulders, Naomi opened her eyes to see Brendan looking at her. Their eyes locked; Naomi playfully glanced down. "That's not a bad size."

She could already feel it, even though he hadn't removed his pants.

Brendan pinched her chin, leaning in for a playful bite. "Naomi, nobody but me can satisfy you."

Naomi wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Is that so?" she added. "But shouldn't you carry me to the bed? It's not very convenient for our first time to be in this position."

Brendan immediately lifted her and carefully placed her on the bed, as if handling a fragile treasure. Once there, Naomi removed the rest of her nightdress and tossed it aside.

"I've been sitting in front of the computer all day. How about giving me a massage first?"

She lay down. Her skin was exceptionally fair and delicate; her figure surprisingly good, especially her legs—the envy of many women. Her buttocks were also quite perky.

Brendan saw her lying down. He raised his hand and lightly slapped her buttocks. "Am I your gigolo?"

Naomi touched the spot. "I'm just adding some excitement. Besides, can't you provide a little foreplay? How about you start with the massage? Later, you can lie down, and I'll take care of the rest."

Her shameless words made it seem as if they hadn't just argued, as if the divorce hadn't been her idea. Brendan looked disgusted, but Naomi tugged at his pajamas.

"Brendan," she whined coquettishly.

He felt a tingling sensation on his scalp, goosebumps erupting across his body. Reluctantly, he rolled up his sleeves and began the massage.

Both were very good-looking; the scene quite pleasing to the eye. It was a shame no one was there to capture the moment.

"Ah" Naomi let out a pleasurable moan. "Mr. Ludwig, you're even better than the professionals."

Brendan had large hands with fair, long fingers—solid, yet gentle with every touch. Naomi genuinely enjoyed it.

Seeing her pleasure, he continued, saying, "Stay away from Maximus. I mind it a lot."