Chapter 209: Round Two

Her long hair, smooth as silk, danced through his fingers. Fraser’s gaze was filled with tenderness as he stared at her, taking in Summer’s flushed face and annoyed expression. The emotions in his eyes were completely unhidden. “You bit me just as hard.”

At his words, Summer’s eyes lifted, landing on the red marks scattered across his neck. She quickly turned away, refusing to admit it. “Not me!”

“Oh!” Fraser responded sexily. “Must be the dog then.”

Summer glared at him. Her eyes were bright and round, making her look innocent. Fraser’s eyes darkened once again. “I meant Pudding.”

Pudding, who was at the door, heard its own name and started barking. Summer suddenly remembered Pudding, who had been pitifully waiting outside all this time. She kicked Fraser’s leg lightly. “Open the door and let Pudding in.”

Fraser lazily lifted his eyes, his gaze filled with teasing as he slowly looked Summer up and down. “You sure you want to let it in right now?”

Summer had just come out of the shower, wrapped in a small white towel. It barely covered anything, leaving her legs completely exposed. Fraser wasn’t much better—his robe hung loosely over his body, barely tied at the waist, revealing his toned chest and abs. The air between them was still damp, thick with the remnants of what had just happened. Even though Pudding was just a dog, it still felt a little embarrassing.

Summer was exhausted from the earlier chaos. Too tired to argue, she simply ordered, “Then bring me my nightgown.”

Fraser’s heart softened at her lazy, delicate tone. “As you wish, princess.” He retrieved a misty pink satin slip dress from the closet and handed it over. Summer reached out to take it, but the next second, his long fingers pulled it back. “To help you put it on.”

“No need!” If he helped her, she might as well not wear anything at all. Like the shameless man he was, Fraser swiftly stripped her of the towel and tossed it to the floor.

Summer was completely dumbfounded. Not again! She had no idea whether to cover the top or the bottom. Not that it mattered. He didn’t give her the chance.

Fraser pressed her down, and her nightgown remained untouched. After another two-hour battle with him, Summer barely had the strength to keep her eyes open. Just as she was about to sleep, she heard Fraser’s lazy voice whisper beside her ear, “I was on my best behavior in Oblistan. Hm? Do you feel it now? I gave it all to you.”

Summer shut her eyes, swearing to herself that she’d never falsely accuse him again. In the past five hours, she could confirm that this shameless man definitely hadn’t fooled around outside, because he had given every last bit of it to her.

The next morning, Summer climbed out of bed, sore all over. Her entire body felt like it had been torn apart. She shot a deadly glare at the man responsible.

Summer looked away, refusing to acknowledge his smug expression. She dragged herself to the bathroom. After freshening up, she spent a long time in the walk-in closet picking out clothes. In the end, she chose a white lace high-neck blouse and a pair of jeans. The blouse was tight-fitting, with delicate lace trim at the collar, which was perfect for covering up the marks on her neck and collarbone.

As she finished changing, she glanced sideways at Fraser, stealing a few extra looks. Fraser chuckled, “Summer, control the burning desire in your eyes when you look at me.”

Summer rolled her eyes. Today, Fraser was dressed in a tailored gray dress shirt, neatly fastened with a tie, and a pair of high-end custom trousers that fit his long legs perfectly. Judging by his attire, he probably had a meeting. But the bright red bite mark on his neck was glaringly obvious.

Summer hesitated for a moment before saying, “There’s a mark on your neck. Do you want me to cover it with a band-aid?”

Fraser raised a brow. “I don’t mind. What are you worried about?”

“Suit yourself.” She wasn’t the one who’d have to deal with the stares. As she stepped out of the bedroom, she heard his lazy, teasing voice from behind. “If anyone asks, I’ll just say the woman at home is a jealous little thing who insists on marking her territory.”