After Divorcing the Tycoon, I Married into a Wealthy Family Again

Fingers interlocked, the person beneath let out a soft moan.

Sweat dripped onto her fair and delicate back, sliding down along her spine.

The steamy, sticky sensation didn’t bother them at all as their bodies were tightly pressed together. Florence Fuller’s pale arms wrapped around Ethan Harper’s neck, leaning her head to kiss him.

Her other hand, locked in his, tightened its grip. The person in his arms pulled away from their entanglement, gasping for breath, "Be gentle."

Ethan kissed the tip of her nose, biting her lip, pulling her close, "Say my name."

Florence’s voice was trembling, "Ethan..."

Tears threatened to spill.

Ethan was slightly out of control, their interlocked hands tightened further. Florence’s voice broke through, "Ow, ow, ow! Ah!"

Ethan suddenly opened his eyes and saw Florence kneeling by the bedside, her arm outstretched, pain evident on her face.

If they weren’t apart, he might have thought his dream had come true.

Florence withdrew her hand, "Let go!"

It was only then that Ethan realized their hands were tightly clenched, palms slick with sweat, just like their bodies had been in the dream.