Chapter 208: Movements in the Jet

“Summer, I only told you to beg. I never said I’d agree.”

Summer pouted. “Shameless businessman!”

“If I’m a shameless businessman, then what are you? The wife of a shameless businessman?”

The word “wife” caught Summer off guard for a second. She stared at Fraser’s profile, his sharp features softened by the warm lighting. He said it so naturally, like it was just a remark.

By the time she snapped out of it, Fraser was already carrying her toward the bed. In the next moment, he tossed her onto it. The mattress dipped under her weight, then bounced back, making her skirt flutter up. The straps slipped off her arms, revealing her smooth shoulders, which were seductive and alluring.

Fraser casually shrugged off his black shirt and tossed it to the floor before leaning down, his lips grazing her shoulder in a teasing bite. A shiver ran through Summer’s body, like an electric current sparking along her nerves.

She couldn’t help but let out a soft moan, until a faint scent of perfume drifted into her nose—a light, floral scent. She rarely wore perfume, so it wasn’t hers.

In an instant, Summer’s blood ran cold. Her misty eyes turned sharp and clear. She pressed both hands against his chest, stopping him from going any further. “Let go of me.”

Fraser didn’t stop, thinking it was just her being shy. His hand slipped beneath her skirt, the heat between them intensifying.

“Fraser, you go out and find women, then come back and touch me? Don’t you find that gross?”

Her voice was ice cold, instantly extinguishing the growing heat in the air. The look in Summer’s eyes was filled with pure disgust.

Fraser froze at her words. Propping himself up with one hand beside her, he lowered his gaze, staring at her for a few seconds. Looking at her angry expression, he suddenly smirked wickedly. “As much as I’d like to, the plane would have to be able to handle the strength of my movements.”

Summer blinked. She’d jumped to conclusions just from a scent. Fraser had just returned from Oblistan after a ten-hour flight. If he had been with another woman, it would have had to be on the plane. And there were other people on his private jet.

Imagining the aircraft shaking wildly midair like a tossed-around toy, even she couldn’t help but find it funny. “Then where did the scent on you come from?”

Fraser lifted his eyelids slightly, his deep voice carrying a trace of exasperation. “It’s the sandalwood scent from the plane. If you don’t believe me, I can take you there right now to check, so you don’t falsely accuse me out of jealousy.”

Summer didn’t blink. “I’m not jealous. Any woman would mind something like this.”

“Sure, sure. You’re not jealous. You just mind that there were women around.”

Summer tilted her head. Why did that sound so wrong? Fraser’s hand slowly wandered over her body, and Summer’s face instantly turned red.

“You haven’t showered yet!”

Fraser lowered his head and bit the delicate skin on her neck. “Are you disgusted by…”

Summer bit her lip, trying to hold back a sound. The next second, she blurted out, “I don’t like how you smell.”

Fraser looked down at her, amusement glinting in his eyes as he smirked. Under that gaze, Summer’s face turned even redder, practically dripping with embarrassment.

Chapter 209: Movements in the Jet

Summer’s breath hitched; her whole body trembled. “N-no…”

Driver’s gaze hardened, and he asked seductively, “Since you don’t like air, Summer, you need to leave your mark on me.”

Before she could protest, Fraser scooped her up and lazily carried her into the bathroom. The showerhead sprayed a powerful stream of water, drenching them both. Fraser didn’t let her go. Summer’s back pressed against the cold tile wall, the contrast of heat and chill overwhelming her senses. A blend of water and steam, their breath, hot and warm, fused without a single gap between them.

Finally, the sandalwood scent on Fraser was gone. That shower lasted three hours. By the time they came out, Summer’s skin was covered in invisible marks. In her mind, she cursed Fraser—he was a beast, a complete animal.

Fraser, seemingly satisfied, picked up the hairdryer and patiently dried her dark, wavy hair.