Chapter 185

Joshua said, “Sheary, as the lady of the island now, you can sleep wherever you please.”

“Then I’ll sleep here,” she replied.

Joshua chuckled, “Mm-hmm. I’ll sleep here too.”

After all, they had shared a bed before. But back then, it was out of necessity. Now it was different–Joshua actually liked Shermaine. If they slept together again, there’d be no avoiding the inevitable.

Shermaine hesitated for a moment, biting her lip before saying, “You should sleep somewhere else.”

Joshua chuckled again, “Alright, Sheary, I’ll take the couch.”

Shermaine paused briefly before conceding, “Fine.”

Shermaine went into the walk-in closet and opened the wardrobe. She picked out a black nightgown with built-in bra pads, grabbed a new set of underwear, and then headed to the bathroom.

The bathroom was still warm and steamy from the last shower.

As soon as Shermaine saw the bathtub, she couldn’t help but feel tempted–she wanted to take a long soak.

With that thought, she started running the bath.

Everything was perfectly prepared–anything she could want was right there.

Shermaine soaked in the bath for a full hour. When she finally emerged, she smelled heavenly from head to toe–even her hair carried that sweet, lingering fragrance.

Joshua sat on the couch, pretending to read a book. He didn’t want to come off as a creep whose eyes latched onto Shermaine the moment she appeared, but honestly, it was almost impossible not to be drawn to her.

The burning affection in his eyes was impossible to conceal. Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined he could love someone this much.

By now, the blueprints and wine that had been on the carpet were put away. It was getting late–time to turn in for the night.

Shermaine went around to the other side, slipped off her shoes, pulled back the covers, and got into bed.

Moments later, Joshua turned off the lights in the room.

The bedroom was lit only by a single wall lamp’s soft glow. Outside, the bright moon poured its silvery light through the floor-to-ceiling windows, bathing the entire room in moonlight.

Joshua settled onto the couch. “Good night, Sheary.”

Shermaine replied softly, “Good night.”

In the dead of night, Joshua suddenly awoke, his eyes snapping open.

He had a dream.

In his dream, he was trying to steal a kiss from Shermaine.

“Your future boyfriend wants a goodnight kiss–can he have one?”

‘Well, since he’s going to be my future boyfriend, I might as well spoil him,’ Shermaine thought.

Shermaine slipped out of bed and padded over to the couch. Propping herself up with one hand, she leaned in close, and a teasing hint of her fragrance drifted over.

Her soft lips pressed against his forehead.

And then she pulled away and returned to her place in bed.

Suddenly, Joshua’s shadow fell over her, and before she knew it, he was kissing her.

His lips burned with passion.

His kiss carried a subtle, almost imperceptible dominance–demanding, yet restrained.

Joshua grew more addicted with each kiss, consumed by the urge to devour her completely.

After kissing for what felt like forever, Shermaine felt her lips were starting to go numb. The moment she tried to push Joshua away, he caught her wrists and pinned her down against the pillow.

“I’m going to sleep, Joshua.”

‘Still not enough after all this kissing?’ she wondered.

Joshua panted softly, his voice low and tempting. “Come on, just two more minutes,” he coaxed.

After two minutes, Joshua’s persistent behavior finally got on Shermaine’s nerves. The mighty Shermaine raised her leg and gave him a swift kick.

Just like last time, Joshua caught hold of her foot.

Last time, at least she’d been in pants–but now, the sleep dress clung to her thighs, her legs a stretch of bare moonlight, toes peeking out like blush-colored shells polished to a gleam. Even painted rouge couldn’t compete.

Joshua lowered his head and placed a reverent kiss on her knee, with solemn devotion.

Shermaine’s ears flushed pink with a mix of embarrassment and anger. Holding nothing back now, she launched into kicking Joshua off the bed with unstoppable force.

Naturally, Joshua didn’t fight back–he merely blocked her kicks and murmured, “Sheary, you really should get some sleep now.”

“Shut up,” Shermaine snapped.

‘If I don’t kick him off, I won’t feel right.’

‘You shameless jerk–always pushing your luck!’ Shermaine thought.

In the end, both of them somehow got tangled up in the same blanket and tumbled right off the bed together.

Joshua ended up on the bottom.

They landed on the floor with a loud thud.

Tangled too tightly in the blanket, Shermaine couldn’t move an inch. Annoyed, she abruptly bit down on Joshua’s neck.

A low groan escaped Joshua’s lips as his body reacted involuntarily.