Chapter 136: Have Some Restraint
This man was simply too much to handle. She used to think she was only into the cold, domineering CEO type, but now she realized her true love was actually the eager wolf pup!
Riley Perry cupped his handsome face and cooed, "Good boy. Behave, and let’s go home first." ’Once we’re home, I’ll devour you completely!’
Eric Sinclair was pulled out of the restaurant by Riley Perry. After getting into the car, the two, who had initially sat on opposite sides, began to exchange entangling gazes. The driver in the front sensed the strange atmosphere in the car and wisely raised the partition.
The restless man stared at the woman beside him, and finally, unable to hold back, he shuffled over and squeezed Riley Perry between himself and the car window.
Riley Perry looked at him with a half-smile. "What are you doing?"
Eric Sinclair stared at her eagerly—no, he was staring at her full, vibrant red lips. "Sweetie."
Hearing this name again, a rare heat rose to Riley Perry’s ears. ’It’s so clingy,’ but being treasured by someone felt pretty good.
"Hm?" Her voice was soft, but the end of the sound lifted with a hint of seduction that made one’s heart tremble.
Eric Sinclair subconsciously licked his lips. His heart was pounding—THUMP, THUMP, THUMP—and his body temperature was steadily rising. The blood in his veins felt like it was about to boil. Unable to restrain himself, he quickly leaned in and nuzzled his face against Riley Perry’s.
’God, this feels so good. Smooth and slick like jade!’
’And those bright red lips... they seem to be begging for a taste.’ He leaned in again and planted a kiss on the young woman’s cheek. It felt like jelly—bouncy and springy. He wanted to kiss her again.
But as he leaned in again, Riley Perry reached out and pushed him away, a teasing look on her face. "No you don’t. Be a little more reserved."
Eric Sinclair: ’...’ ’This woman really holds a grudge. Back then... back then, wasn’t it because I hadn’t recognized my own feelings that I wanted to keep my distance from her?’
’But he didn’t think that way anymore. If you like someone, why hold back? Besides, that other person only treats her like a lover and doesn’t respect her at all. Now that he’s fallen for her, he’s going to snatch her away. He’ll treat her well, treasure her, and cherish her in the palm of his hand for a lifetime.’
"I was wrong, okay? I’m sorry. Sweetie, just let me kiss you one more time."
As he spoke, the man’s lips covered hers, pressing, grinding, tangling, and lingering, refusing to let go for a long, long time.
By the time the two returned to the villa, their lips were bright red, a clear sign of how fiercely they had kissed in the car.
As they got out of the car, Eric Sinclair looked at Riley Perry with a silly grin, his hand holding hers tightly. The maids in the villa all watched with doting smiles. ’The master has finally fallen in love. Congratulations, congratulations.’
Eric Sinclair paid no mind to what the maids were thinking. He clung to Riley Perry all the way back to their room, his only intention to continue their session of kissing and cuddling.
But Riley Perry had other ideas. With such a handsome man right in front of her, the moment they entered the room, she pinned him against the door.
His suit jacket was quickly thrown to the floor. Next, a few buttons fell to the floor with a series of CLACKS. Then, his slate-gray shirt was also tossed to the ground. His belt was pulled out, the buckle hitting the floor with a crisp CLINK.
Eric Sinclair quickly tried to grab her hand. "Don’t, Sweetie..."
Riley Perry completely ignored his resistance, her hand sliding toward his waist.
"Ngh... Sweetie!"
"Don’t shout. You make it sound like I’m some villain forcing myself on an innocent man. Be good."
Eric Sinclair had already let go of Riley Perry’s hand, turning his attention to saving his underwear, which was about to be stripped off.
Riley Perry kissed his lips again until he was too weak to resist, then finally moved him to the bed.
Some things you don’t think much of when you don’t have them, but once you do, they become an addiction you can’t quit. Eric Sinclair was addicted.
The two of them "tortured" each other in bed for the better part of the day. It wasn’t until it was completely dark outside that they remembered they needed to eat.
Looking at the man on the bed, who had wrapped himself up tightly and was gazing at her shyly, Riley Perry really wanted to laugh.
She reached into the blankets to pull him out, but the man on the bed quickly dodged, clutching the covers even tighter.
After a few failed attempts, Riley Perry could only coax him. "Come on, good boy, let go of the blanket. We should go down for dinner."
Eric Sinclair hesitated for a moment before letting go of the blanket. And then, his ravished, mark-covered body was exposed to Riley Perry’s eyes.
"Pfft—" "Hahaha, I’m amazing!"
Riley Perry was doubled over with laughter. Laughed at by her, Eric Sinclair draped the blanket around himself, got out of bed, and ran into the dressing room. He had no choice—Riley Perry had torn his clothes, and they were completely unwearable.
Riley Perry grabbed her phone from the nightstand and chased after him. "You’re not allowed to get dressed, you hear me?! I’m taking pictures as a souvenir."
Eric Sinclair’s movements to get dressed became even faster, but... he was a little weak in front of Riley Perry.
In a few quick moves, Riley Perry had him pinned. Then came a flurry of snapshots from her phone. She even took several photos of the two of them together—with her fully and neatly dressed, while Eric Sinclair was bare-chested.
"Sweetie, can you stop taking pictures?" ’This is so embarrassing.’
"Okay, okay, no more pictures, no more pictures. You can get dressed. I want to take a handsome picture of you all dressed up to use as my lock screen."
Hearing this, Eric Sinclair quickly found a set of his favorite clothes and waited for Riley Perry to take his picture.
He also secretly changed his own phone’s lock screen to one of the photos from *Elegance Resonance* magazine.
It was quite amazing, actually. *Elegance Resonance* went on sale at ten in the morning. Even though Riley Perry had been constantly under fire online, the magazine’s sales were surprisingly good. A full 50,000 copies sold out in under a minute.
The team at *Elegance Resonance* had to rush an additional print run—for another 100,000 copies. They opened up a pre-order channel, and all 100,000 copies were already spoken for.
One of the cover photos featured Riley Perry in a Republican-era military uniform, complete with a service cap and a leather whip, her military boot propped arrogantly on a chair.
This was the exact photo Eric Sinclair had set as his lock screen. He absolutely loved this cool, cocky look of hers—so alpha and chic!!!
Once Riley Perry had taken enough pictures of him, the two finally went downstairs to find something to eat.
When the maids saw them come down, they immediately reheated the prepared dinner and served it.
Just then, Riley Perry’s phone received a friend request. The note attached read: Evan Young.
Riley Perry accepted it directly.
After all, the topic of her bravely catching a human trafficker was still trending. And the little girl she had saved that day was Evan Young’s own daughter.
’He probably added me to thank me.’
The moment the friend request was accepted, a message from Evan Young came through: Miss Perry, this is Evan Young. When would be a convenient time for you to meet?
Riley Perry: That’s fine. When is Dani available?
Evan Young: Anytime is fine.
Riley Perry: Then let’s meet tomorrow at nine in the morning at Passion Cafe, across from Stardust.
Evan Young sent an "OK" sticker in reply.
She put down her phone and noticed the man across from her staring at her intently, his expression somewhat displeased.
"What’s wrong?"
"Is your phone that interesting? Or is the person you’re talking to that important to you?"
Riley Perry: ’Well, well. Judging by that resentful tone, is he jealous?’