Chapter 18
Alia POV
In the luxury suite, I try to calm myself down. Remembering the moment Marco’s lips briefly touched mine, my entire body still tingles with
sensation.
“You’ll catch cold out here,” Marco’s voice came from behind me. He had changed into a fresh suit, his hair still
“Says the man who just got an ice bath,” I replied with a small smile. “Are you okay?”
Marco moved beside
me,
daghtly damp.
his tall frame blocking some of the wind. “It was just water, Alia. Nothing serious.”
“However, my female colleagues will certainly see me differently now, especially Camila, whose eyes looked like she wanted to devour me when we were leaving.”
“Let her try.” His voice hardened. “At Cortez Tech, I am your support, I am your man, and no one can bully you.”
“Thank you for that. For having my back in there.”
“Isn’t that what marriage is about? Mutual trust and support?” He said it so casually, as if we were a married couple of many years.
In the chilly autumn day with its biting wind, I felt a warmth spread through me that had nothing to do with temperature.
Marco’s arm slipped around my shoulders, pulling me closer to his side. “How about a hot spring bath to warm up properly?”
I stiffened slightly. “Here? Won’t people see us?”
“The Bellavista Estate has private facilities. No one will be there.” His fingers found mine, wrapping around my cold hand. “Come with me.”
I hesitated for a moment, thinking we were just going to take a bath together, but I was being too naive.
The private hot spring at Bellavista Estate was nothing short of magnificent. Surrounded by natural stone and lush greenery, the steaming water stretched out before us in an indoor–outdoor setting that seemed to blend seamlessly with the landscape.
“This is enormous!” I exclaimed, my voice echoing slightly in the vast space. “It’s practically the size of a basketball court.”
Marco smiled, handing me a silky bathrobe that seemed far too revealing for comfort. “As my wife, your husband took an ice bath today. Don’t you think you owe me something in return?” His eyes held a playful challenge.
I felt heat rise to my cheeks that had nothing to do with the steam from the hot spring. Looking baldly at Marco’s lower half, I surprised myself with my own daring response: “It looks like everything down there has shrunk from the cold. Do you really need my help?”
Marco suddenly scooped me into his arms, his large hands roaming over my body, finally settling at the base of my thighs inside my bathrobe. Sensing his intentions, I struggled with all my might.
But my strength was limited. Marco turned my entire body around, my hands bracing against the edge of the hot spring pool, unconsciously arching my hips.
‘Marco…‘ I realized what was about to happen, and my resistance weakened.
Marco held my waist directly, lowering his voice, “I helped you just now, now it’s your turn to help me!”
Words hotter than 100 degrees Celsius came from his 36–degree mouth.
Marco and I had never tried the rear–entry position before, but…
This wasn’t the bedroom; it was hot spring…
1:05 AM
Chapter 18
What if someone came by?
“Ah!”
His penis suddenly entered from behind, my whole body trembling as I couldn’t help but let out a soft moan.
The moment the sound escaped, I quickly covered my mouth with my hand, my nervous heart nearly jumping out of my chest.
The thrill of sneaking around seemed to excite Marco even more.
The penis beneath his hips grew even more vigorous, my vagina receiving thrust after thrust…
In the misty hot spring, the sound of slapping echoed again and again.
Marco’s hands kept kneading my breasts.
Even though I bit my lower lip hard, trying not to make any sound, my body was out of control, and a few moans still slipped out.
Suddenly, my phone rang, breaking the moment.
Seeing me distracted, Marco seemed very displeased. He launched into another fierce series of thrusts.
At this point, I was completely naked, hanging onto him, my waist twisting up and down continuously.
After another round of thrusting, Marco released his semen, his body shuddering as he held me tightly in his arms, his voice hoarse as he spoke, “Who’s calling you this late?”
Marco’s teasing laughter echoed in the air. I rolled my eyes at him, then picked up my phone and called back right in front of him.
“Antonio?” I answered, turning slightly away from Marco’s intense gaze.
“Alia, we need you back. There’s an issue with the Phantom Game project files that needs immediate attention.”
I suddenly realized I was still undressed, my face turning bright red. “I’ll be right there.”
When I returned to the office, Antonio was waiting in the lobby. “Department dinner is set for the Black Rose private room at eight,” he informed me as we walked toward the elevator.
I nodded, my thoughts still lingering on the hot spring scene with Marco. My cheeks burned hot, and while lost in thought, I nearly slipped on the freshly polished floor, Antonio reached out and steadied me by the waist.
“Thank you,” I said quickly, stepping away to put proper distance between us. “But I’m fine.”
1 completely failed to notice that Marco and Luca were just walking in from outside, witnessing this scene.
“Should I prepare another contract for Antonio’s dismissal?‘ Luca asked calmly.
“No,” Marco answered, but the coldness in his eyes made me shiver. “Not yet.”
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