Chapter 3

"Wesley, I made you some hangover soup. Get up and have some."

Fiona Taylor pushed the door open directly, knowing her son went socializing tonight and drank a lot.

I shrank back in fear.

Deliberately brushing against Wesley Everett's sensitive, aroused spot.

He gently kissed my forehead to soothe me.

Then pulled the quilt up to hide me underneath, his dominant presence completely enveloping me.

In this position, he completely trapped me in his embrace.

Wesley Everett impatiently replied, "Mom, I need to rest."

Fiona Taylor walked in and placed the hangover soup on the desk.

"Wesley, why is your face so red?"

Of course, Wesley's face was red. He was naked, pressed against me, even our hearts were beating in sync.

If his own mother saw this, how thrilling would it be?

The forbidden pleasure made Wesley Everett break out in a thin sweat, droplets rolling down his throat.

Fiona Taylor wanted to come closer but was stopped by Wesley Everett.

"I'm going to rest now, please leave!"

Fiona Taylor knew her son was always proud and didn't dare defy him, "Remember to drink the soup."

She gave a couple of reminders before turning to leave.

Wesley Everett was near the brink, my hot breath brushed against his chest, each pant like a tickle to the heart.

I certainly wouldn't let him off so easily.

I deliberately squirmed, my soft lips pressed against his chest. My fingertips accidentally brushed against his almost erupting desire.

“Ah!”

He let out an unbearable gasp.

"Wesley, what's wrong?"

Fiona Taylor, just about to leave, returned with concern, leaning in to check on her seemingly unwell son.

"I'm fine!"

Wesley Everett grumpily pulled the quilt up, covering himself entirely. Underneath him, I was pinned, unable to move.

I propped my hand against his pressing chest.

My soft, boneless hand touching his hot, firm chest nearly drove his sensitive nerves to the edge.

Fiona Taylor suspiciously glanced at the unusually high bulge on the bed.

She seemed to sense something.

The shape of the quilt… is there someone else inside?