When Sumr Lancaster got ho, she rested on the sofa for a mont before putting on an apron to start cooking. It was already quite late. Never mind Kenneth Yates, even she was starting to feel hungry.
While she was busy in the kitchen, Kenneth Yates suddenly wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, whispering softly in her ear.
His breath tickled her, and Sumr dodged away to turn and face him. "Don’t ss around. I’m making dinner. Didn’t you say you wanted to eat my cooking?"
But Kenneth, far from backing away, drew even closer to Sumr. He let her hair down from its tie, cupped the back of her neck, and leaned his tall fra against her slender shoulders. Sumr stared with wide, innocent eyes, completely bewildered. ’Didn’t he say he was hungry? What’s going on? Is he going to cook instead?’
"Hey, Kenneth, aren’t you hungry? Go wait in the living room. I’ll make you dinner." Sumr pushed at him, but the man didn’t budge an inch. Instead, he held her even tighter.
"Honey, I want to eat *you*!"
"Eat... what?" Before Sumr could finish her sentence, Kenneth’s domineering kiss descended upon her. He cupped her face, gently but thoroughly claiming her mouth as his own.
Sumr’s mind went completely blank. ’I never thought he’d kiss here... Weren’t we supposed to be cooking and eating dinner together? How did it turn into this?’
Kenneth’s kiss deepened, and Sumr’s body went limp. Just as she was about to fall, he wrapped an arm around her waist to steady her. "Sumr," he murmured, "do you have any idea how tempting you are right now?" He then buried his face against her chest, breathing in her sweet scent.
Sumr’s face flushed so red it felt like it could bleed. His words left her utterly flustered and mortified.
Their battlefield moved from the kitchen to the living room, and finally to the bedroom, leaving their mark everywhere. By the end, Sumr was so exhausted she collapsed onto the bed, without an ounce of strength left to even move.
"Honey, want to take a shower?" Kenneth asked. He still looked unsatiated, but considering Sumr probably couldn’t take much more, he decided to call a truce.
"I don’t have the strength." Sumr wanted to cry but had no tears left. She was hungry, sleepy, and had been thoroughly ravaged by him. At this point, she felt practically paralyzed.
"Honey, your stamina is terrible. From now on, you should wake up early and go running with every day!"
"No way!" Sumr pulled the covers over her head. ’I already get up early enough, and now I have to go running too? He might as well just kill !’
"Be good, honey. I’ll be in charge of waking you up every morning," Kenneth Yates said, scooping a blanket-wrapped Sumr into his arms and heading for the bathroom.
"Ahh—!" Sumr shrieked. She wasn’t wearing anything! A blush crept over her skin at the sudden, embarrassing exposure to the air.
As it turned out, the two of them were like dry kindling and a raging fire in the bathroom—they lost control all over again. Or, to be more precise, *Kenneth* lost control. Afterward, Sumr passed out from sheer exhaustion.
Once she was clean, Kenneth carried the sleeping Sumr to bed. He placed a soft kiss on her forehead, tucked her in, and then headed for the study. He had been spending a lot of ti at the hospital recently, which ant a backlog of company matters that required his personal decision. Zane Fletcher had already sent over the docunts; now, all that was left was for him to go through them, page by page, and make the final calls.
Just then, his phone rang. It was Dominic Thorne.
"What is it? Spit it out. I’m busy," Kenneth said flatly.
"Heh heh... Boss, I know you’re busy, but I wanted to ask you about sothing."
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