Oops I Banged the CEO novel Chapter 135

Yvonne suddenly burst out laughing, unable to hold it in any longer.

“What’s so funny?” Marico’s voice was already a little hoarse as he asked.

“Nothing,” Yvonne replied sweetly, shaking her head with feigned innocence.

She looked a bit tipsy—her whole demeanor soft and syrupy, almost irresistibly adorable.

“Laugh again,” Marico warned, his large hand tracing down the curve of her lower back.

Yvonne was both ticklish and sensitive; she immediately quieted down, not daring to push her luck.

But her well-behaved act lasted all of one second before she decided to press her luck again, poking the proverbial bear.

“You really are such a child sometimes,” she huffed, pouting in mock annoyance.

Marico arched a brow, completely unfazed. “You’re the only one who’d dare call me childish.”

“Well then, I guess I should feel honored,” Yvonne teased, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

“Can’t argue with that,” Marico replied, his hand still roaming over the fabric covering her skin, his touch slow and deliberate, almost hypnotic.

Yvonne let out a soft whimper and pressed her small hand over his, flashing a sweet smile.

“I know what you’re thinking. You’re just going to say I’m spoiled because you let me get away with it,” she admitted, perfectly aware of herself.

Marico’s eyes softened, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “So you do know me pretty well.”

“Of course I do. After all we’ve been through together, I’d like to think I’ve got you figured out,” Yvonne grinned.

“Oh really? Then tell me—how much do you actually know about me, hmm?” Marico braced one hand on the edge of the table and pulled her closer by the waist, lowering his head to gaze into her eyes. His look was gentle, but there was a burning intensity in it.

Yvonne’s cheeks were flushed from the wine as she pretended to think hard. “Let me see… I’ll need a moment.”

She was clearly stalling, dragging out the suspense with exaggerated thoughtfulness.

“It shouldn’t take you that long,” Marico said, his tone growing a little impatient as his brows knit together.

“Yes, and?” he pressed, not letting her off the hook.

“And… you love sleeping with me, don’t you?” Emboldened by the wine, Yvonne blurted out something she’d never dare say sober, then burst into laughter.

Thick-skinned as she was tonight, she didn’t care if she was pushing his buttons.

Marico had half-expected her to give a heartfelt answer about his likes and dislikes, but instead, she’d gone and teased him again.

“Well, you’re not wrong. Since we just finished dinner and still have some energy, maybe we should put it to good use?” Marico’s lips curled into a wicked grin, his deep eyes glinting with mischief.

Seeing she’d riled him up enough, Yvonne quickly slipped her hand behind her to open the door. “Sorry, no can do—wrong time of the month,” she chirped, ready to make her escape.

But Marico caught her before she could slip away.

Her face was a picture of comic surprise and outrage.

His reflexes were almost frightening—like a panther pouncing on its prey. There was simply no escaping him.