Chapter 1621: Chapter 1621: Fell on Top of Him
Willow Crawford turned her head, looking at him in disbelief, "President Ashworth, what are you talking about?"
"Did I say something wrong? Wasn’t it you who secretly let our son sleep inside? Originally, the son said he wanted to sleep in the middle. Willow, do you want to sleep next to me so badly?"
Willow’s long lashes trembled violently, she hated being wronged all her life, "President Ashworth, don’t talk nonsense. I didn’t do anything. Who do you think you are? Who wants to sleep with you!"
"Willow, are you angry because I exposed you?"
"..."
Willow was infuriated. How could he wrong her for something she hadn’t done? She didn’t even know why the son wanted to sleep inside.
"Then I’ll get up and not sleep with you guys. I’ll sleep on the floor." To prove her innocence, Willow got up directly; she wanted to sleep on the floor.
However, Morgan Ashworth, being tall, was sleeping on the outside. This bed was too small, even his long legs slightly extended outside. If she wanted to get out, she had to climb over him.
Willow lifted her foot, trying her best not to touch him, lest he claim she wanted to take advantage of him.
Willow thought it was strange, isn’t she pretty? Isn’t her status respectable enough? Anyway, she’s a woman men would have an eye for, right? How come he’s so convinced she’s coveting his looks? And she seemed to be brainwashed by him too; it’s just too hateful.
Morgan didn’t move urgently, just watching her quietly as she clumsily crossed over him like a little cat.
Then he suddenly moved. Willow lost her balance, and her delicate body directly fell onto him.
Now, he was below, and she was on top.
Morgan immediately extended his strong arm and wrapped it around her slender waist, laughing, "Willow, and you say you have no intention, why are you so eager to throw yourself at me now?"
"I didn’t, this time you tripped me." Willow realized how cunning this man was. She stretched out her hand, trying to push him away and get off him.
Morgan wouldn’t let her go, holding her soft body tightly in his embrace, "Willow, stop playing those tricks, I’ll satisfy you now."
With that, he eagerly kissed her red lips, tasting her sweetness, continuing what had been interrupted earlier.
Willow felt weak all over; her small hands that were against his chest now grabbed his pajamas. She opened her mouth and bit down on the corner of his lips.
She bit him again.
Morgan frowned slightly, "Willow, have you turned into a little puppy? You like biting people so much?"
Saying this, he reached for the clothes she was tightly wrapped in, thinking it was just unnecessary.
Willow’s glossy shoulder was exposed, the thin black strap hanging delicately on it, looking extremely seductive. Morgan kissed it.
Willow was so scared her body stiffened, because their little boy was sleeping inside, "Morgan, let go of me. Our son is here. You wouldn’t want a live broadcast, would you?"
Morgan directly carried her horizontally, taking them both to the bathroom, locking the door behind him.
Willow was seated on the washstand by him, with Morgan kissing her, "This way, our son won’t see. Don’t make noise; he won’t hear."
Willow, "..."
"Morgan, don’t do this. We can’t..."
Her resistance was completely useless; Morgan held her two fair wrists to stop her from moving and then possessed her.
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