A Life Beyond Limits (Jack Holland) novel Chapter 627

At that very moment, an accident happened.

Charlotte's momentum and her right foot stepping forward blocked Jack's space to react, leaving them both off-balance. Their bodies tilted toward the carpeted floor.

Her long, dark hair cascaded in the sunlight as her eyes widened in shock. Her curvaceous figure pressed fully against Jack, and a delicate, orchid-like fragrance enveloped him. Most notably, the smooth skin of her thigh was pressing right against his left hand.

At this critical moment, Jack's right hand was just inches from the edge of the desk. Had he gripped it firmly, he could have steadied their balance. It would have prevented the impending intimate collision.

The moment his left hand touched the skin under her shorts, an electric jolt surged through his brain.

The moment his right hand brushed the edge of the desk, he made a lightning-quick decision in his mind—he let go.

The initial impact wasn't as pleasant as Jack had imagined.

The back of his head slammed hard against the heavy wooden frame of the bookshelf. Charlotte's head followed, making contact shortly after. Then came the full weight of her body, nearly knocking the coffee he had just drunk right back out.

The only consolation was the intoxicating, orchid-like scent—real and mesmerizing. It made his heart race.

He crashed onto the floor, the carpet softening most of the impact, but it was still quite a fall.

Charlotte reacted swiftly, planting her hands on the ground. She stopped just before her curves could fully press against Jack, narrowly avoiding an even closer encounter.

Their rapid breaths mingled in the air between them. They were so close that they could feel the warmth of each other's exhales brushing against their skins.

Jack opened his mouth to speak, but Charlotte cut him off, saying, "Pervert! You disgusting pervert! You're still trying to take advantage of me!"

And now, she was pressed flush against him. The softness of her chest brought an indescribable warmth—a comfort beyond words.

Jack's hands, unsure where to rest, naturally found their way back to her thighs. Her legs boasted a porcelain-like smoothness, a touch so soft it was hard to resist.

He gently kneaded her legs. Her jet-black hair cascaded over him like a waterfall. A few strands brushed against his nose, tickling him lightly.

The strands veiled his vision, tangling as Charlotte tried to rise. Sunlight filtered through the gaps, spilling into his eyes.

Though her back ached from the fall, her pride remained unshaken.

Jack watched as she swung a slap at him, but instinctively, he caught her slender wrist. His grip wasn't tight, and his movement was almost unhurried.