Own Fate novel Chapter 284

Chapter 284

“You’re a quick learner,” Bowen chuckled under his breath. He thought, ‘The first time, Bree has been so docile, letting me have my way. Now, the has turned into a feisty little wolf cub

Aubree pinned Bowen down, grinning smugly. “Well, I guess I had the best teacher–you.”

Bowen leaned in with a teasing smile. “So, Bree, want some more?”

Bowen lowered his gaze, only to meet Aubree’s mock scolding look. He chuckled. “What I meant was… you could do whatever else you want with me.

“Of course, if you want… Bree, I’m not saying no.”

Aubree thought, ‘When it comes to being shameless, I’m still no match for Bowen. She put on a calm front and said, “Well, since you offered, don’t blame me for taking full advantage.”

“Consider me all yours,” Bowen murmured, his arm draped around her waist as he leaned against the door in an utterly languid pose, eyes half–lidded. Their earlier activities had left his hair deliciously tousled, disrupting his usually composed demeanor. That hint of disorder, paired with his exquisite features, only made Aubree want to ruin his composure even further.

Aubree thought, ‘Honestly, I’m totally hooked on this guy’s body in the most literal sense.‘

Aubree slid her hand under his clothes at the waist, lifting and exploring upward, not just feasting her eyes but also indulging her touch.

The central AC was no match for the heat between them. Both Bowen and Aubree were drenched in sweat.

Aubree gritted her teeth. ‘If Bowen ever set foot in a club with his face, his body, and his undeniable charisma, he’d be the undisputed headliner. And yet, I just touched him twice, and he’s groaning like I’ve done so much more.’

They say absence makes the heart grow fonder. For Bowen, that couldn’t be more true. Mindful of her fatigue, he’d kept their previous two meetings quiet chats in the car. But now, the calm facade he always wore had shattered, and his deep, dark eyes burnt with startling possessiveness and raw

desire.

“Finished? My turn now,” Bowen murmured.

Bowen carried Aubree to bed. One hand braced beside her face while the other gently cupped her chin. His lips claimed hers in a slow, deliberate kiss, teasing, tasting, savoring every delicate curve as if memorizing her.

Bowen was uncharacteristically patient this time, as if he determined to savor every last nuance of her, slowly, thoroughly.

Pressed close together, even after the AC had been blowing for ages, the heat refused to fade. If anything, it only stoked the heat between them.

Bowen held her lips captive, dictating the entire pace.

Aubree had to admit she was still no match for him when it came to that. With a playful glint in her eye, she teased, “So, Bowen, how many girls did it take for you to get this good?”

Aubree kneaded the fabric over his chest, with the air of someone about to say, “Let’s have a little chat about your ex–girlfriends.”

Bowen said with a smirk, “Well, when I get to practice with a certain little minx every night in my dreams, it’s only natural I’ve become this good.”

His words were laced with innuendo, and Aubree’s ears turned red. She shot back playfully, “Compared to you, no one deserves the title of ‘minx‘ more.”

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