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Chapter 65: Fondness Growing Uncontrollably

Chapter 65: Fondness Growing Uncontrollably

Taylor lay on the bed, her naked skin glowing with a pinkish hue from the recent bath.

The thin blanket was kicked aside, her mature and alluring body wrapped in a white long nightgown. Her right arm rested absentmindedly on her forehead, her almond eyes dazed.

Her red lips quivered, the tip of her tongue slightly peeking out, inadvertently gliding over her upper and lower lips, as if reminiscing about the thrilling yet shameful blowjob she had shared with Jake in the classroom during the day.

However, due to Jake’s sudden work transfer, the desire he had deeply stirred in her was now in a state of pent-up release.

As her longing for Jake grew stronger, the long-dormant lust hidden within Taylor’s body erupted like a broken waterfall, no longer restrained, wild and unruly, completely surrendering to her instincts.

After Thanksgiving, her ex-husband Linker completely vanished from Taylor’s life, but she felt neither surprise nor regret. Instead, she even regretted not having done so earlier.

Jake, the young lover who made her both love and hate him, with his sincere heart, youthful body, and boundless sexual appetite... had deeply captured Taylor’s heart.

The traditionally conservative Taylor gradually immersed herself in every sexual encounter with Jake. Desire was a beast, and no one could control it, resist it, or escape it.

Infinite longing overwhelmed her, and Taylor’s beautiful face became even more flushed with desire.

If anyone had been present, they would have undoubtedly noticed the stunningly seductive woman on the bed, as if in heat, every cell in her body emitting signals of desperate craving.

Her delicate body trembled, soft and silent. Her slender hand slowly slid downward, and by the time Taylor realized it, her fingers had already reached her plump pussy, the high-quality silk panties pushed aside at the triangular area.

A blood-boiling, seductive moan escaped her lips: "Jake, where are you? I miss you so much."

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The drunken Jake collapsed onto the coffee table, his low breathing steady and rhythmic.

Mina sat across from him, propping her head with one hand, gazing at Jake with deepening admiration and affection.

Her semi-transparent white lace nightgown revealed her alluring figure, her smooth skin as delicate as milk. At 33, she was in the prime of her life, and her interest in men had grown stronger since Jake’s appearance.

Watching Jake unconscious from drunkenness, his dark head resting on his sturdy arms, his tall and robust body clad in a black suit,

Mina couldn’t help but smile as she recalled their first encounter in the office.

"It seems heaven has finally decided to take care of me."

It wasn’t that Mina was picky. She simply wanted to choose her perfect match herself.

In her early thirties, Sister Yana had arranged many elite suitors for Mina: a young deputy general manager of a Fortune 500 company, a Ph.D. in physics from Savannah University, a top lawyer from the capital who had opened several law firms in Savannah, and so on.

Without exception, they were all distinguished, handsome, and wealthy.

But Mina wasn’t interested in any of them. It wasn’t that she thought herself superior or that those men were unworthy. Rather, the hard-to-express secret buried in her heart made her standards unique.

The impression her brother left on her had been ingrained since childhood, and the image of her future partner increasingly resembled her brother.

Fortunately, heaven favored her.

Mina met Jake.

The feeling was strange. At first, it was just extra attention due to Jake’s outstanding performance. Later, as they worked together, Mina gradually discovered that Jake’s work style, height, and profile were strikingly similar to her brother Jun.

Mina had never believed in love at first sight, but she realized she was wrong.

After returning from a business trip, her fondness for Jake grew uncontrollably. Yet, well-versed in workplace dynamics, Mina dared not openly pursue Jake.

Life was full of compromises.

Mina feared her impulsive actions would ruin Jake’s career.

Gossip was terrifying. A young newcomer hooking up with his superior would inevitably lead to one of them leaving, with rumors inevitably following.

Though she was eight or nine years older than Jake, she didn’t care at all. She wasn’t some old-fashioned person. It was the 21st century, and single men and women shouldn’t be bound by age.

It was now late at night, and the second floor of Mina’s small Western-style house was brightly lit, standing out in the dim neighborhood.

The cold autumn air howled and swirled outside, but inside, it was as warm as spring, with the man and woman at the table adding a touch of ambiguous intimacy.

Jake was still sound asleep. He never expected Manager Mina’s alcohol tolerance to surpass his. If he saw how clear-headed Mina was now, he might spit out a mouthful of blood in sudden realization.

Alone together, free from workplace constraints, Mina couldn’t resist leaning closer to Jake, gazing at him tenderly.

His jet-black, thick short hair was clean and refreshing. His handsome face had sharp contours, and his long eyelashes, longer than some women’s, were utterly charming.

Even though Jake wore no perfume, the raw, virile aura of a young man exuded a powerful testosterone that made Mina’s heart race.

However, the scent seemed mixed with something Mina had never smelled before.

After a slight hesitation, Mina’s right hand gradually reached toward Jake’s face. Even she, who had never been flustered, now felt like an early-blooming girl. Her calm movements couldn’t hide the wild pounding of her heart.

It wasn’t nervousness or urgency but pure fluttering affection and tingling excitement.

Her right hand, with its slender, pale fingers, had faint, intricate veins that were pleasing to the eye. The pitch-black nail polish was evenly applied, each nail trimmed neatly and elegantly.

Since birth, aside from her brother, Mina had never been so close to another man, let alone taken the initiative to touch one.

Her sharp nails playfully brushed Jake’s nose bridge. Whether he sensed it or not, Jake’s eyelashes fluttered slightly.