Dark Revenge Of An Unwanted Wife The Twins Are Not Yours novel Chapter 58

Chapter 58: Sexual Tension II

Athena’s doctor instincts kicked in as she watched Ewan hyperventilate the more, as he squeezed her sides so tightly that she lost her breath for a second.

What should she do?

Her brain ran frantically with millions of thoughts. How long could Ewan last like this?

She didn’t want an unconscious fellow in her hands tonight. She was barely sober herself!

She picked up her phone again, and tried to reach the doormen downstairs, hoping fervently that they hadn’t slept off.

But the calls kept ringing without an answer.

Had they shut down the elevator thinking that Ewan was spending the night at her place,, considering it was morning already?

The more the thought took root, the harder she tried reaching the doormen.

So far, none was picking her calls.

Athena was so frustrated.

Throwing caution to the wind, she deftly freed herself from Ewan’s tight grip, shifted away, and looked at him keenly.

"Ewan!" She tapped him on his arm.

His only response was the bobbling of his head, and the sharp intake of rapid breaths.

Athena inhaled deeply, temporarily letting go of her resistance to Ewan, and slithered into his arms.

This time around, her gown rose to her waist, as she threw her legs around his back, and pulled his head to rest on her neck.

She drew slow circles on his neck and kept muttering ’breathe. breathe, Ewan.’

At first it seemed like the act wasn’t working, but as time went on, Ewan’s breathing pattern gained a steady rhythm just as his hands tightened around her waist.

Yet Athena didn’t stop. Not until Ewan’s breath around her neck became sharp, and a different kind of irregular.

Cussing again at being roped into this situation, assuming that Ewan might be uncomfortable with how she had straddled him, she tried disengaging from him, but Ewan held her still.

"Please, stay. If you move, I might hyperventilate again. The elevator isn’t functioning well yet."

Athena cursed her doormen mentally.

Where did they keep their phones?!

"I’m sorry for inconveniencing you again. If there’s a way I can pay you for this..."

Athena exhaled harshly. "I’m a doctor, Ewan. Don’t make me feel bad for helping you. I’m not too conscious about money."

Ewan was speechless.

Not money conscious?

Who was the one that had charged him a hefty sum for treating his people? Who had collected twenty percent of his company shares for free?

He wisely remained mute.

He chose rather to breathe in Athena scent, to let it remind him of the past where he had shared her bed; never mind that he had trivialized those special moments.

He let himself feel the strength of her thighs around him, and was tempted to feel the curve of her buttocks.

He lowered his hand, unconscious of this fact—for his mind had its own wants—until Athena spoke.

"Don’t be misguided, Ewan. If your hand goes any lower, I’m leaving you to deal with your shortcomings."

His hand instantly shot up to its previous position.

"I’m sorry... I didn’t ..."

"Save it, Ewan."