Chapter 101: A Night of Passion

Her voice was hoarse. “Why… so much?”

Fraser finished preparing and leaned over Summer again, gently taking her earlobe between his lips. Summer’s earlobe was small and soft, with a slight coolness to it. He gazed at the woman beneath him, his eyes burning with a dark, rising desire.

“You should trust your man’s abilities,” Fraser said.

Then, his strong presence completely enveloped Summer. A series of intimate sounds mingled with her soft, low moans filled the air. They ebbed and flowed, finally tinged with a frustrated cry.

Fraser’s voice was husky. “Summer, say my name.”

“Fra…ser,” Summer replied.

Her voice trembled with emotion, sultry yet innocent, a stark contrast to her usual tone. It sent a dangerous glint into Fraser’s eyes, his gaze moving up and down.

“Good girl,” Fraser was satisfied.

The night glowed like moonlight, spilling through the window and casting ambiguous shadows on the glass. Since Summer had just been discharged from the hospital, Fraser restrained himself to just once. But even that left her utterly spent, sprawled under the covers, drenched in sweat, too exhausted to lift a finger.

Fraser chuckled and said Summer was skinny, but she claimed she wasn’t; however, her stamina was undeniably lacking. Resigned, he scooped her up from the bed and carried her to the bathroom for a rinse, then gently blow-dried her long, dark hair. When he was done, he held her close on the bed, pressing against her slender back, his arms possessively encircling her.

Summer’s soft, dark hair was tied back, a few strands framing her face, her lips red against her white teeth. The warm, bright light from above bathed her, making her look gentle and radiant. She closed her eyes, savoring his attention, and let out a comfortable sigh.

From above, his low, husky voice broke the silence. “Summer, I’m heading to the Ameros for a business trip tomorrow.”

She slowly opened her eyes. “How long?”

His tone was lazy. “A week.”

Summer thought to herself, My birthday party is this weekend, meaning he won’t make it back in time. I planned to bring Fraser to show the Stewart family that Trevor and I were truly over. Now, it seemed I’d have to face it alone. I could already picture Julia’s smug reaction.

When Summer didn’t respond, Fraser pinched her nose. “What’s with the silence? Missing me already? I haven’t even left yet. Guess you’re pretty satisfied with my service.”

Summer blushed. “I am not!”

Fraser’s deep, possessive gaze trailed from her face, over her collarbone, and lingered on the softest part of her chest. “Alright, alright, you’re not. I am,” he teased.

Fraser left for his trip, and Summer threw herself back into work. She still had to outshine Jasper in next quarter’s performance. Jasper was already cozying up to the shareholders, and word had reached her ears. The Stewart Group’s shareholders, old-fashioned relics, looked down on Summer, the suddenly appointed director. They scorned her background, dismissing her as illegitimate despite her Stewart lineage, all because she’d returned after 20 years.

So, Jasper had the upper hand this time. Summer sighed, leaning back in her chair, feeling drained. Then she recalled Fraser’s bold, arrogant words, “I’ll give you the entire Stewart Group. How about that?” She hadn’t dared take it seriously, but for a fleeting moment, it had touched her. A man willing to spend money on you was pretty cool.

With that thought, she unlocked her phone and saw a message from Fraser, sent 10 minutes ago, “Miss me?” She could picture his smug, handsome grin behind it. Smiling, she typed back, “Not really.”

Her phone pinged with a photo.

“What is this picture for?” Fraser asked in WhatsApp.

It was her morning social media selfie: a silk nude-colored shirt, buttoned up tight, with a simple smile. Fraser had seen it and sent it to her.

Summer thought to herself, Are all guys this direct?

Fraser: “Trying to seduce me?”

Summer: “Mr. Graham, you’re overthinking it. It’s just a normal selfie.”

Fraser: “Wait till I get back. I’ll deal with you then.”

Summer couldn’t help but grin. This man was something else. Just as she was about to reply, her phone rang. It was Caleb.