Super Rich: I Can Hear Women's Inner Voices-Chapter 34: I Love You

Taylor couldn't help but chide him, "What's wrong? Is this your first time? Do I need to guide you?"

Scratching his head awkwardly, Jake chose to sit on the sofa.

Taylor poured him a glass of water as usual, placing it on the coffee table in front of him. Softly, she thanked him, "Thank you for the gift. But how did you know it was my birthday today?"

"It was that little rascal Mia. She posted a video of your birthday." Jake reluctantly brought up his girlfriend.

"Oh." Since returning from her sister's house, Taylor's emotions seemed much more stable. Though her guilt toward her niece remained unchanged, she could at least face the issue calmly now.

After that, the two seemed to hit a deadlock, unsure of what to talk about.

A long time passed before Jake finally broke the silence, "Are you feeling better now?"

Taylor instinctively touched her forehead and replied gently, "It was never a big deal. The swelling went down, and I was fine."

"Then... Auntie, what about... our relationship?" Jake hesitated.

"Jake, let's not bring it up again. You still have Mia. I hope the two of you will be happy in the future."

"But..."

"There are no buts. Let our mistake fade away with the wind." Taylor's eyes dimmed.

"Auntie, you know that's impossible." Jake's emotions suddenly flared up. Ignoring Taylor's startled gaze, he moved to sit beside her.

The strong masculine scent immediately filled Taylor's nostrils. She wanted to escape—this close proximity was too dangerous.

But her arm was firmly grasped by Jake.

"Jake, let go."

"Auntie, listen to me."

The spacious living room held only the two of them. Taylor's "inner voices" were laid bare like a naked maid.

Matching Jake's emotional state, he finally detected a trace of longing amidst Taylor's overwhelming unease and shame.

"Longing? Longing for what?" Perhaps even Taylor herself wasn't entirely clear. But being with Jake didn't evoke the hierarchical feeling of a teacher lecturing a student or an elder reprimanding a junior. Instead, the capable and intelligent Jake felt like a towering mountain range—reliable, solid—making Taylor's heart momentarily embrace a girlish vulnerability.

But to Jake, all of this was as easy as spotting a stain on a blank sheet of paper.

"Auntie, I told you last time how I feel about you. I like you!" Jake was not a weak man, but the inferiority complex ingrained in him since childhood couldn't be erased overnight.

He had once knelt before his mother-in-law to gain her approval, but that was under extraordinary circumstances. Besides, he hadn't yet mastered the "inner voices" ability at the time. Otherwise, he would have faced his CEO mother-in-law with confidence in the future.

"Enough! Don't say anymore. How could you do this to Mia? Do you really not love Mia at all?" Taylor was filled with regret. She never expected Jake to still harbor such feelings.

"I love Mia, but that doesn't stop me from liking you." Jake's gaze burned intensely.

"If you truly love Mia, forget about this."

"That's unfair to you. It wasn't your fault. It was all mine..."

"Stop. It's over." Jake's gaze was too scorching, and Taylor quickly averted her eyes.

But Jake didn't give her the chance. He turned Taylor's body to face him, holding her head firmly.

"I know this is wrong and that I'm betraying Mia, but I can't be so selfish as to pretend nothing happened. I'm not the kind of man who runs away after getting what he wants. Back when you were married, I couldn't say anything. But now that you're divorced, I want to take responsibility for your future."

"How could you... Was it Mia again? Why does she tell you everything?" Jake's heavy breath was right in front of her, and Taylor's once-silent heart began to heat up.

Taylor kept her head turned slightly, the fair skin of her neck fully exposed to Jake's gaze.

An intoxicating fragrance lingered between them—whether it was his aunt's shampoo, perfume, or natural scent, it all stirred the hormones in Jake's body.

The handsome man's blunt confession gradually broke down Taylor's defenses.

"I'm sorry, I can't be this selfish. I can't steal Mia's boyfrie..." Taylor squirmed, still refusing Jake with her words.

But the greed in her heart couldn't escape Jake's "mind's eye."

He cupped his aunt's face and pressed his lips deeply against hers.

Taylor's pupils shrank in disbelief. Her hands weakly pushed against Jake's chest.

Amid the chaos, Jake's unruly tongue skillfully entwined with Taylor's, their saliva mixing instantly.

At this moment, Jake was tender as water. His tongue was no longer domineering but carefully explored, leaving countless marks in Taylor's mouth.

"Mmm..." Taylor couldn't break free. Her delicate tongue kept retreating, but the space was too small, and she soon succumbed.

Their tongues touched, and under Jake's guidance, they slowly coiled around each other.

The two exchanged saliva, Jake delighting in the softness of his aunt's mouth, while Taylor was no less enthralled.

Their desire grew, and the passionate kiss continued as if no one else existed. Their heads tilted left and right, searching for the best angle, until they were both breathless and flushed before finally parting.

As their lips separated, a forbidden thread of saliva stretched between them, glistening and sticky like the red string of fate, binding their destinies together.

Jake gazed at his bashful aunt with adoration. Her fair neck was tinged pink, her clear eyes shimmering with emotion.

"Jake, this is wrong." Taylor was enjoying the intimacy, but her heart still couldn't accept it.

Her words contradicted her feelings—this was Taylor now. Jake might not be the kind of man who fell for every beautiful woman he saw, but he was a fool who faced his emotions honestly.

At this moment, his aunt was irresistibly alluring, shy and charming. If he didn't act now, he wouldn't be a man.

His blood surged. Ignoring her protests, Jake swept Taylor into his arms and declared affectionately, "I love you."

In his arms, Taylor's face was crimson, her eyes brimming with desire. Though her inner struggle persisted, in this atmosphere, it was hard to voice her refusal.

Jake carried his aunt eagerly into the bedroom.

The elegant room was somewhat stuffy.

The newly turned-on air conditioner blew cool air gradually, slowly neutralizing the temperature. The curtains were fully closed, and the room was bathed in warm, yellowish lighting. Instead of feeling uncomfortable, it created an especially cozy atmosphere.

On the handmade wooden bed lay an exquisitely beautiful and voluptuous mature woman, her graceful and alluring figure wrapped in a gray slip dress.

Without the cover of outer clothing, her delicate shoulders, seductive collarbones, and the striking outline of her ample breasts were fully exposed.

Her perky buttocks squirmed nervously, while her long, slender legs rested quietly on the bed, devoid of any stockings. Her cool-toned skin, set against the silver-gray bedsheets, emitted a reflective, almost glowing, white light. Her ten toes were painted with light pink nail polish, each one plump and charming, exuding a playful cuteness.

Standing in front of the mature woman was a well-built man, eagerly stripping off his clothes. Down to just his underwear, which barely contained the imposing bulge below, he climbed onto the bed, positioning himself above her.

"Jake, let's stop... I'm scared..." Taylor's words were abruptly cut off as a pair of warm lips sealed hers, silencing her last hesitation.

Jake could finally claim his aunt in every sense of the word. The once dignified and elegant Teacher Taylor was now passionately kissing him.

Jake poured out years of pent-up emotions, his hands no longer cautious but boldly groping her massive, towering breasts. Even through two layers of clothing, the soft yet firm texture was unmistakable.

His fingers greedily kneaded the plump orbs, their fullness shifting shape under his rough handling. The black bra, unable to contain her voluptuousness, was pushed aside, revealing a swell of creamy flesh.

Taylor's lips were sealed, leaving her only able to moan softly, "Mmm... ah..."

The wet, sloppy sounds of their kiss filled the room as they exchanged heated breaths.

When the long, passionate kiss finally ended, Taylor was already dazed with desire, her eyes glazed over. Jake, gazing at the naturally alluring mature beauty before him, felt his arousal surge.

Her arched brows, soft almond-shaped eyes, delicate nose, and tender, fragrant lips—every feature exuded the unique charm of a mature woman.

Though they had only slept together once before, Taylor's sensitive spots were remarkably obvious.

Jake knelt over her, his lips leaving hers to trail down to her earlobes. The warm, petite earlobes were one of the most sensitive areas on a woman's body. His tongue lightly traced them before taking one into his mouth.

"Ah, that tickles..." Taylor gasped, her voice soft and seductive, like a siren's call, making Jake's heart race and his erection strain painfully against his underwear.

His large hands greedily cupped her ample breasts, savoring their warmth and softness. His fingertips skillfully sought out her nipples, which had already stiffened into hardened peaks. Even through the fabric, Taylor shuddered with pleasure, her body writhing under his touch.