Summer Monroe just felt a part of the bed beside her sink in. Damian Knight was heavier than her, so the indentation was deeper than hers. Due to gravity and habit, she unexpectedly rolled towards him.

"Ah—"

Summer exclaimed, and when she opened her eyes again, she was already in Damian’s arms.

"So proactive?" Damian’s starry eyes were filled with teasing.

"!!! You did it on purpose!" Summer’s eyes were blazing with fire, both embarrassed and annoyed.

No wonder Damian lay so quietly beside her; he had this intention all along.

"You bad guy!"

Damian held her lips with his index finger and shook his head, saying, "It’s the naughty bed. This bed... it’s too mischievous."

—It turns out an expensive bed has its own benefits.

After saying this, Damian moved his finger away from Summer’s lips, leaned over, and kissed her with a dominating possessiveness.

Summer’s breathing gradually became chaotic, and sometime in between, most of her upper garment had been removed.

Damian had just showered and didn’t wear clothes, only a towel around his lower body.

During the kiss, his towel fell to the ground.

Through the thin fabric of her dress, Summer clearly felt the changes in Damian’s body.

The change was overwhelming and impressive, and the dizzy Summer suddenly woke up in shock.

"Damian, you..."

"Shh. Don’t talk. If you’re scared, hold me tighter."

Summer nodded tremblingly and tightened her embrace around Damian’s waist.

His waist muscles were solid and strong, the feeling was incredible.

Suddenly, Summer was no longer nervous and even felt a bit anticipatory, her heart pounding like a startled deer.

Damian’s brows and eyes were gentle, and his thin lips pressed onto Summer’s lips again...

Another long, gentle deep kiss followed. Summer hadn’t learned to breathe yet, and as the kiss ended, her face turned red like an apple, either due to lack of oxygen or embarrassment.

But just as one kiss ended, Damian only gave her time for a breath before another sprawling kiss came.

The kiss gradually moved downward, and Damian’s hand caressed her lower abdomen.

Summer felt like a current passed through her lower abdomen, and her body shook uncontrollably.

She instinctively grabbed Damian’s hand, but that hand was restless and powerful, she couldn’t control it.

The hand moved gradually upward, and just as it was about to touch the area that can’t be described on the website, the shrill ring of a phone sounded unexpectedly.

It was Damian’s phone.

"Phone..." Summer whispered to remind him.

"Ignore it." Damian was deaf to it, continuing his actions.

Finally, he got what he wanted.

Damian’s lips curved with ample ambiguity, "Hmm," he said, "feels better than it looks."

Summer’s head seemed to explode, her face flushed as she glared at Damian.

"Behave yourself!"

"How can you behave in such a moment?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the phone rang again.

Damian still planned to ignore it, but Summer couldn’t stand the phone ringing continuously, feeling as if someone was listening to what they were doing.

"Answer the phone first, what if it’s urgent?"

Summer forcefully clutched Damian’s wrist and said aggressively, "Answer the phone!"

"Damn it!"

Damian cursed under his breath, annoyed, and had to pause his actions and answer the phone under Summer’s commanding gaze.

"Hello?" His voice was low and cold, carrying an anger like blue flames.