Chapter 1053 - 546: He Wasn’t Drunk at All

The drunken man pulled off his bow tie and unbuttoned his shirt, clearly dissatisfied with the touch of clothing between them. Avery Jane looked at him in shock, and as he released her wrist, she tried to run away. But he circled her beneath him, his eyes closed, his thick lashes covering his profound eyes. The air between them was filled with strong alcohol breath. Even with his eyes closed, he accurately caught her hand, pressing it tightly and exploring his fiery body.

He was very close, the breath from his thin lips swept over her cheek, as he guided her small hand to wander over his body.......

"Joshua Hughes, please get up, you’re drunk, let me make you a cup of tea....." He had never been like this before, but today, why did he get drunk? He was hardly sober now, calling him seemed ineffective, and pushing couldn’t move him, she felt the heat radiating from his body like a furnace.

"Hmm......" He seemed quite comfortable, breathing heavily and sighing, holding her small hand that wanted to break free, guiding it down, his sexy lips like they had a memory, kissed her earlobe, gently licking it.

"Avery, I miss you so much, it hurts here, please quickly rub it for me...." Even though his voice was husky, it was still filled with strong lust and temptation.

His words made Avery Jane tremble lightly, and as she understood what he meant, his hand had already taken her small hand, passed through the belt, and was forced downward...

When did he unbutton the belt?

His abdomen had firm, neatly arranged sexy abs, the V-line as clearly sculpted as if by a chisel, he clasped her small hand, pressing it against the impossibly hard and awakened heat, with veins throbbing intensely, the scorching warmth and majestic shape making her blush and her heartbeat race, not knowing what to do.

Even though they had shared lots of intimacy, doing this, wasn’t this a bit over the line?

Her mind felt as if a machine gun was firing wildly, then turned blank, while his large hand guided her tender little hand slowly to knead.....

The temperature around them continued to rise, Avery Jane’s eyes glimmering with weak light seemed to carry a misty daze, how could he do this? Now her hand was quite tangibly full of him, almost unable to hold him, and downstairs was the grand opening of his new company.

She tried hard to pull her hand back, but the man inhaled sharply by her ear, clutching her hand even tighter, making her fingers ache from the pressure.

"......" A deep and husky voice with a magnetic tone echoed in the air, his handsome face taut, seemingly drunk yet sober, he pleaded: "Help me....."

Avery Jane wanted to cry but had no tears, every time she was with this man, it was unsafe.

"No, I don’t want to...." Her voice was soft and carried a bit of grievance, a bit of displeasure, and even a bit of confusion, teasing his soul, making his pores open instantly, a pleasure running through him, her tender hand with its cool temperature being led by him, bringing him intense comfort. He missed her to the point of madness. He didn’t know how he endured for so long, just being near her, she didn’t need to do anything, simply sitting quietly and sipping wine made him so hard he was about to explode...

"Give me....." His voice grew hoarse, his robust upper body tangled with her half-lying, half-sitting as they slumped into the sofa. Today, if he hadn’t pretended to be drunk, he probably wouldn’t have even been able to touch her.

His hot breath sprayed in her neck hollow, she wasn’t insensitive, on her body perhaps due to shyness or passion, a faint pink emerged, her eyes moist and dazed: "Avery, what are you afraid of? Don’t be scared, we were very happy before, weren’t we...." He slowly hypnotized her, repeatedly kissing her neck with his seductive thin lips, tracing circles downward, freeing her from an obstructive necklace and tossing it to the floor.....

His voice was husky and sexy, with a seductive tone that made Avery feel dizzy, as if time had reverted to earlier days, his tender love, his gentle care, and his wild passion. Chains of kisses fell on her collarbone, softly murmuring compliments, as if the devil’s voice controlled her movements.