Oops I Banged the CEO novel Chapter 173

“It’s still early—Grandma wants to go play cards with her friends. She hasn’t played in ages, her hands are practically itching for it.” Suddenly, Grandma Hamilton’s headache and sore knees seemed to vanish. She tossed a light blanket over her knees, and off she went, moving with the spryness of someone half her age.

No matter how hard Yvonne tried to persuade her to stay, the old lady wouldn’t hear of it.

“Let her be, Yvonne. The little old lady just wants a night out,” Marico said with a laugh, gently prying Yvonne’s hand away from her grandmother and looping the old woman’s arm through his own.

Yvonne’s pale cheeks flushed with helpless resignation.

A bodyguard was summoned to drive the two grandmothers away. Once their car disappeared through the grand gates, the sprawling villa fell quiet, leaving just the young couple behind.

Yvonne watched the taillights vanish, then sighed. “I’m going to check on Coco. He ate too much earlier, he’ll need a little walk.”

But before she could move, Marico reached out with those long arms and pulled her straight into his embrace.

Yvonne knew there was no escaping him tonight.

His strong arms circled her waist, holding her close, so soft and sweet in his arms she almost melted. Her forehead pressed against his chest as she mumbled, “Mr. Hamilton… have a heart. I was holding the dog all afternoon.”

She tried to use Coco as an excuse, but Marico only tightened his grip, sliding his hands down to lift her up by the thighs, settling her around his waist.

His eyes, dark and smoldering, glinted with a predatory hunger. “Don’t worry,” he murmured, voice low and rough, “I’ll make sure you’re good and clean myself.”

Yvonne’s wide, innocent eyes flicked up to him, as if hoping to bargain. She’d wanted to talk about skipping the wedding ceremony and the photoshoot, but clearly, tonight was not the night for negotiations.

Her lips pouted, those big, pleading eyes shimmering with hope. “No bringing up old grudges, okay? No payback.”

A few days ago, she’d teased him mercilessly, hiding behind her ‘protected by biology’ excuse.

She was exquisite—utterly irresistible.

He gazed at her, heart softening, then undid his belt and swept her into the bathtub.

The big tub was filled with warm water, steam curling in the air.

Waves sloshed over the edge, pooling on the marble floor.

Yvonne lay draped over him, boneless and spent. Her hair was damp, cheeks flushed, voice weak. “I… I can’t move anymore.”

Only now did she realize just how much stamina Marico had, how unbelievably strong he was.

“I thought men were supposed to lose their edge after twenty-five. Don’t they say thirty is the start of the decline? How are you still… still like this?”