Mr. Handsome I Love You - Chapter 57：Ch 57

When she asked him to show him one, he bent her over the footboard and slid into her from behind while cupping her full breasts in his hands. Abigail released a gasp of pleasure not expecting him to be so deep inside her and without thinking started to move against him. He let her take charge, sitting back on his heels as she gripped the footboard and continued to rise and fall on him.

One of his hands reached down and began to tease her where they joined and she shouted his name. Then he’d lost it, grabbed her hips and rammed into her until he exploded into a million pieces biting her shoulder to stifle a yell. Her gorgeous ass pressed against him so intimately near had him come too soon.

Lord, she may have been a virgin, but she was a fast learner. He embraced her from behind, “Abigail.” he groaned, “you drive me completely wild.” After a moment she found her voice, “I didn’t think that was possible. Even when you described it to me.” She took a moment to catch her breath, “But wow.”

After a brief pause, she reluctantly told him just to see his face tighten in anger. “I didn’t think he’d be that stupid…” followed by a string of epithets. “I shouldn’t have said anything.” His eyes darted to hers, “Of course you should have.” His hand cupped her cheek, “You’re mine Abigail, no one else’s.

I’ve waited for years for you.” He leaned down and kissed her affectionately, “Every day was worth it from what I have now.” Managing a smile despite his internal rage, he continued, “You are so damn hot in bed. I’ve never made love to a woman three times in one night before in my life—and half-dressed.”

He added with a chuckle. Her eyes widened, “Really?” He lifted one of his legs to show her the sock he was wearing. “I somehow forgot that one.” She burst into laughter.

He chuckled, “I’m not a machine. But god woman, you get me so worked up.” Then his eyes darkened in anger again, “I’m going to speak to my father tomorrow, first thing.”

“Owen…” He but his fingers on her mouth to stop her protest, “No arguments. You have no idea how angry it makes me know that he’s been touching you. My father Abigail. This is not your problem. It’s between him and me.”

***

Unfortunately the next morning he wasn’t at the breakfast table, but after wandering around the vast Penthouse she heard his voice coming from the study and headed toward the half-open door just to find herself stopping outside. He was talking to Kylie. She recognized her voice. It was practically cooing. At least Owen sounded annoyed.

It made her feel better. “She’s a passing fancy Owen. I know what you like.” “Don’t touch me, Kylie.” This was a private conversation and Abigail felt like she was spying. “you let me touch you all those years ago.” Abigail froze. She meant to turn and leave, but the woman’s voice stopped her cold.

“I was drunk.” “I never forgot how well endowed you are.” She cooed. Feeling bile rise in her throat Abigail tore out of there like she was of fire. She made it to the hall bathroom before she vomited.

Meanwhile, Owen peeled Kylie’s hands off his chest and gave her a gentle shove backward, “I was drunk, nearly passed out and you took advantage of a teenager. It was sick Kylie. Sober, you wouldn’t have even got my pants undone. I’m not attracted to you.”