Instead of replying to her, Andrew’s desire, already ignited by the memory of the kiss with Elena and the romantic atmosphere of the night, completely took over. Without a word, he suddenly scooped Scarlett up in his arms, bridal style.

"What are you doing?" Scarlett asked, surprised by the sudden movement, but she didn’t struggle or push him away.

Currently, she was still wearing the same stunning blue retro evening gown she had worn to check in the mall. The dress was tightly fitted to her body, hugging every curve. Her full, firm breasts were beautifully accentuated by the deep neckline and tight fabric, creating a perfect, tempting cleavage.

The skirt flowed elegantly but had a high slit on one side that ran all the way up to the root of her thigh, occasionally revealing the black lace panties underneath with every movement.

The combination of her elegant beauty and the seductive dress made her look like a fatal temptation, especially now, at night, when Andrew’s inhibitions were long gone.

Andrew carried her straight to the bedroom without saying a word. Scarlett’s heart raced, but she only showed a token protest, lightly hitting his chest with her fist.

"Andrew... you’ve become so bold lately," she muttered, though her voice lacked any real resistance.

He gently but firmly placed her on the bed. The moment her back touched the mattress, he climbed on top of her, hovering above her body. His eyes were dark with lust as he looked down at her, the way the blue gown clung to her curves, the way the high slit had shifted to expose most of her smooth thigh.

Scarlett looked up at him, her cheeks flushed. "In the day, you’re still that timid boy who gets nervous just holding my hand... but at night, you turn into this..."

She didn’t finish her sentence. Andrew leaned down and captured her lips in a deep, hungry kiss. His hands roamed over her body, squeezing her breasts through the tight fabric of the gown before sliding down to her exposed thigh, caressing the soft skin revealed by the high slit.

Scarlett moaned softly into the kiss, her hands gripping his shoulders. Even though she pretended to protest, her body was already responding, her legs parting slightly as he settled between them.

Andrew broke the kiss only to trail his lips down her neck, sucking gently on her sensitive skin while his hand slipped through the high slit of her dress, pushing the fabric higher until he could cup her ass.

"You look too good in this dress," he murmured against her neck, voice thick with desire. "I couldn’t wait any longer."

Andrew’s hands moved with urgent need. He pushed the blue evening gown higher up Scarlett’s waist, fully exposing her black lace panties. Without hesitation, he hooked his fingers into the waistband and slowly pulled them down her long legs, sliding them off completely and tossing them aside.

At the same time, he quickly removed his own pants and underwear, freeing his hard, throbbing cock. It sprang out, already leaking precum and standing proudly erect.

Scarlett was still fully dressed in the tight blue retro evening gown, the fabric bunched around her waist, her breasts heaving against the deep neckline, the high slit revealing her smooth thighs. The contrast of her elegant dress and her now completely bare lower half made the scene incredibly erotic.

Andrew positioned himself between her spread legs. He gripped his cock and rubbed the swollen head up and down along her slick, wet folds, teasing her entrance. Scarlett’s breathing grew heavier, her hands clutching the sheets.

He leaned over her, looking into her eyes, and slowly pushed forward.

With one smooth, firm thrust, he entered her completely, burying his entire length deep inside her tight heat.

"Ahh...!" Scarlett gasped, her back arching as she was filled.

Andrew groaned in pleasure, staying still for a moment to savor the feeling of her walls clenching around him. Then he began to move, slow, deep thrusts that made her body rock beneath him.

While thrusting steadily into her, he leaned down closer to her ear and whispered huskily:

"Whose your daddy, Scarlett?"

Scarlett’s face flushed deep red. She bit her lower lip, clearly embarrassed by the question, but the pleasure coursing through her body made her voice come out shaky and submissive.

"You... you are..." she whispered, her voice trembling with every thrust. "You’re my Daddy..."

Andrew’s eyes darkened with satisfaction. He thrust harder, his hips slapping against her.

"Louder," he demanded, his voice low and dominant.

Scarlett moaned, her hands gripping his shoulders tightly as he drove into her again and again.

"Daddy..." she gasped, her voice sweeter and more obedient this time. "You’re my Daddy... Ahh... Daddy..."

The words seemed to ignite something inside Andrew. He picked up the pace, fucking her with deep, powerful strokes while still keeping her elegant dress mostly on. The sight of her in that tight blue gown, breasts bouncing with every thrust, only made him more aroused.

Scarlett’s moans grew louder and more desperate as she continued calling him "Daddy," her body surrendering completely to him in the heat of the moment.

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Meanwhile, in her luxurious penthouse bedroom, Elena Hayes stood in front of the full-length mirror, still wearing the elegant black dress from dinner.

She gently touched her lips with her fingertips, replaying the kiss with Andrew in her mind for the hundredth time that night. The way he had suddenly leaned in, the warmth of his mouth, the way his tongue had boldly entered hers, it had awakened something deep inside her that had been dormant for years.

Since her husband passed away, Elena had thrown herself completely into two things: raising Lucy and building Aether Dynamics. Romance had become a foreign concept. She had no time for it, no space for it. Dates, flings, even simple attraction, she had buried all of it under layers of responsibility and success.

But tonight, that carefully built wall had cracked.

Elena stared at her reflection. Her cheeks were still faintly flushed. She slowly ran her hands down her sides, tracing the curves of her body, the same body Andrew had held so closely while they danced. She closed her eyes and remembered the feeling of his strong hands on her waist, the heat of his chest against hers, the way he had looked at her when their lips met.

A soft sigh escaped her lips.

She imagined Andrew again, his slightly messy hair, his intense eyes during the dance, the way his body had moved against hers. The memory made her stomach flutter in a way she hadn’t felt in a very long time.

’What is this feeling?’ she thought, pressing a hand to her chest. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

For the first time in years, Elena Hayes felt truly attracted to someone. Not just physically, but emotionally. Andrew was young, brilliant, ambitious, and surprisingly gentle. The way he spoke about Luna with such passion had touched her. And that unexpected kiss... it had ignited a fire she thought had long gone cold.

She turned slightly in front of the mirror, imagining what it would feel like if Andrew were standing behind her right now, his hands on her waist again, his lips on her neck.

A small, rare smile appeared on her face.

She didn’t know that Andrew already had someone. She didn’t know about Scarlett. To her, this was the beginning of something new and exciting, a spark she hadn’t felt since she was much younger.

Elena turned off the lights and lay down on her large bed, still thinking about him. For the first time in a long while, sleep didn’t come easily. Her mind kept drifting back to the dance floor, to that heated kiss, and to the young man who had unknowingly started to steal her heart.

As the days passed, Andrew and his team made steady progress on Luna in the new workshop. One afternoon, Elena called him again.

"Hi Andrew, I’d like to have another meeting to discuss the latest developments. This time, I’ve chosen a special place, there’s a charity gala and networking event at the Sapphire Hall tonight. Many important people from the tech industry will be there. It’ll be a good opportunity for you to network as well."

Andrew hesitated. The memory of their kiss at the previous dinner still made him feel awkward and guilty. But Elena was his sponsor, and he knew he couldn’t avoid her forever.

After a short pause, he replied, "Alright. I’ll be there."

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That evening, Andrew arrived at the luxurious Sapphire Hall. The grand ballroom was beautifully decorated, with live music, elegant guests, and a lively atmosphere. Elena was waiting for him near the entrance, looking stunning in a sophisticated dark red evening gown that perfectly complemented her figure.

This novel is dropping on number, can’t even able to hope of getting basic views. So, maybe I will complete it fast and end it, dropping many others arc.

So, forgive me for that.