Chapter 1292: Chapter 1287: That’s Not Discrimination
Sophia Hamilton’s actions elicited a soft laugh from Evander Lancaster. "Men don’t like being touched there; if you want to touch, touch this."
Evander grabbed Sophia’s hand, placing it over himself through the fabric of his loungewear. Sophia’s face flushed, trying to withdraw her hand, but Evander held it firm, and she reluctantly touched him.
Hard as iron, somewhat hot, even through the fabric, the warmth seeped into her palm.
"You know we can’t..." Sophia teased playfully between breaths.
"Just a gentle rub and it feels so much better..."
Sophia didn’t understand why a man’s desire could be so intense. They had just gotten a little intimate, and yet he...
She had never dated anyone before and didn’t know if all men were like this or if it was just him, but she obediently followed his lead.
Kissing continued, with the man pushing further, guiding her hand inside.
The direct touch, unobstructed, was even more overwhelming. Sophia felt her brain lacked oxygen, overwhelmed by Evander’s kiss. Why else would she follow his actions?
The body beneath her gradually tensed up, and their breathing merged urgently, like a volcano about to erupt, needing just a slight movement from her fingers to...
Evander held Sophia tightly, eyes closed and breathing heavily, enjoying and finding satisfaction.
Before getting up, he kissed Sophia forcefully next to her ear. "Thank you."
Sophia pouted, not knowing if she felt aggrieved or shy, her hand still frozen in place, sticky and messy, "So disgusting." She actually did it.
Evander laughed, got out of bed, and hugged Sophia as they left the bedroom, raising an eyebrow teasingly. "They’re my offspring; how could they be disgusting?"
Sophia shot back, "If they’re not disgusting, eat it yourself!" She mischievously presented her palm to Evander’s face; he instinctively leaned back, frowning, "Stop messing around, I’m not a woman."
"What’s wrong with women? Women are supposed to eat it, gender discrimination!"
Sophia refused to back down, carefully holding her palm still, worried it might stick to their clothes.
"Darling, that’s not discrimination, it’s just fun."
Evander emphasized this as he placed Sophia in front of the sink; she once again showed her distaste. "It’s clearly unfair treatment, trying to dress it up nicely."
"Okay, whatever you say."
Evander surrendered helplessly, standing behind Sophia, reaching around her from both sides, and turned on the tap to help wash her hands clean.
The next day, Evander drove Sophia to her company. Before she got out of the car, he kissed her forehead lightly and ruffled her hair. "Don’t work too hard. If you get tired, talk to your brother; he’ll take care of you."
"So naggy!" Sophia complained, pushing open the passenger door and getting out.
Evander only drove away after watching Sophia enter the company’s doors, feeling jubilant, his lips curving upward as he drove.
At noon, Sophia received a call from her mother.
"Mom, do you need something?"
"No. Where are you now?" Juliana Lancaster’s voice came through the earpiece, sounding displeased.
Sophia answered cautiously, "I’m... working at the company, Mom. Why?"
"Nothing much, come home early after work!" instructed Juliana before hanging up.
Sophia stared at her disconnected phone, pursing her lips helplessly. She knew her mother was definitely angry. Her mother had called twice last night, but she hadn’t heard. She intended to call back this morning, but in her hurry to get to work, she forgot again.
