Marrying My Ex-Husband's Boss

Mission Complete: Kidnap Mom

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In Harris's shadow, he and Kira watch the fireworks on the balcony. Warm each other up, be friendly, and share stories and love. But, all just wishful thinking, the fact is really stifling. Even he was now cowering alone in bed.

This day she didn't work and there wasn't much she did other than prepare the fireworks just like Jen asked. His body is not tired at all. Roll to the right, to the left, close and open again. Play the phone for a while, put it down again. Roll up with a blanket, swap it again. Until his head feels dizzy.

Annoyed, he kicked the blanket that seemed to come back again when he was away. The blanket was thrown away from the bed. He shook his head in frustration, then hurriedly crawled towards the light table to retrieve the spare key he had asked Aunt Mai for earlier.

With lips pursed like whistling, Harris stepped towards her children's room. Wearing a hoodie over the pajama is maroon, with white edges. He's ready to complete the mission to kidnap his mother's children.

The door gripped as the key slipped out of the hole. Very slowly, Harris stretched his head into the dimly lit room. His wife seems to still move uneasily because the dress she wears is not comfortable to wear while sleeping. Yes, Jen immediately pushed Mama into her room without changing clothes first.

Harris took Jen's hand off her mother's neck and pulled her slowly. Kira just smiles looking at her reckless husband just to satisfy his desires. With a slight look that caught Kira off guard, Harris led his wife into the room.

"I think I need a bath" Kira freed her shoulder from her husband's hand. If it was not wrapped in cloth, it would have left a mark on his shoulders.

"Don't be long, darling," whispered Harris behind his wife's ear. "The sweet temple."

"Normally not fragrant?" Kira said as she moved away from her husband. It could not be a bath of water, even a sweat bath, if not immediately avoid.

"I want a special fragrance, honey," cried Harris who echoed all the way to the bathroom.

Kira sneered, reluctant to think about her husband's words. He just wanted to immediately relieve his sticky-feeling body. He washed his whole body until it felt fresh.

Kira returned to the room in a nightgown in Harris's color. I don't know who bought it, but almost all of these nightgowns were deliberately made into a pair.

"Aren't there any more terrible clothes than this?" Kira Mumbled. He looked at his body from above, looking at the three-quarters of his bare feet. The chest cleavage that was about to reveal its entire contents, and the rope that seemed to have no intention of hanging properly on his shoulders.

Kira looked at the disgust, then opened the closet next to her, looking for more decent clothes. However, his hand stopped moving as the sturdy hand held him back. Since when was he behind me, Kira's inner.

"What do you want?" Harris put his chin on Kira's shoulder. Feels sharp piercing.

"I need warm clothes after a shower this late," Kira lowered her hand from the hanger she had been wearing since.

"Can wear a blanket, pity who washes clothes later, most of the laundry," Harris smiled cunningly, with his head tilted out, so that he was free to see a pink hue floating on his wife's cheekbones.

Next to Harris' free hand, rubbed Kira's stomach, with her eyes closed.

"When do you want to stand here? My legs ache, Brother," Kira rubbed her already smooth cheeks again. Plus the chins are slashed, and the body is surged forward, making Kira's burden increase.

Harris opened his eyes, he was too comfortable on his wife's shoulders and imagined little boys who looked like him and his wife, running around him. A knotty smile was engraved on his lips. In a moment, be patient, inner Harris suppresses the strong desire that dominates him. He was afraid to burden his wife if the request jumped from her lips.

"Abang, how many kids do you want from me?" Kira wrapped her hands around her husband's neck, as Harris became her pedestal in bed.

Harris glanced sharply, scrutinizing the face. There was no doubt or compulsion there.

"How much are you gonna give me?" Harris acted as if he was negotiating the benefits he was getting.

"Two I think is enough, with the other three I thought your house would be over-voice later," Kira put her head closer to her husband's temple. Tapping small bones that are solidly hardened.

"I want a dozen! Hows it? I think my seedlings are more than enough to make it for the next 12 years?"

"What do you think I'm sowing seeds? You don't think about how I'm babysitting her?" Kira kept her head and body away from Harris's body. The originally gentle gaze turned full of annoyance. Destroying the romantic moments that have been created.

"You think having a baby is easy? Containing is hard, Bang. You're not disgusted to see my stomach never flat all year? You're sure I can still take care of you if you have a dozen kids?" Said Kira in a high tone, barely paying attention to the ears.

"I'm sure you've got three, and you don't have any hassles taking care of them alone. Now add me, and their nanny, later! What's difficult?" Harris replied defiantly. His chin was raised slightly forward, those black eyes were filled with confidence.

Kira sighed, "Bang, everything is easy to imagine, but it will be difficult if it happens. Think again carefully."

"I'll try to make one first, one that looks like me. How's it?" Again, he teased mischievously. His eyes were glaring spoiled.

"What can I order first, what does it want?"

"Watch it can. At least that's what often comes in my dreams" Harris broke his wife's body and started crawling on it.

Harris puts himself between his wife's legs. And start attacking smoothly. Harris started with a gentle but still evocative pagutan.

Kira welcomes her husband well, her smile swallowed between passionate strokes.. I don't know, the vibration in him made his heart growl, as if unable to resist the excessive happiness coming to him. Her body was hot and cold at the same time. Kira almost cried feeling a terrible kiss on the tip of her lips.

Slippery clothes in the middle of his body make his body bristled, making him bite the lips left behind by the warmth. He seemed dry, arid, so many times he wet his throat.

Both of his hands have been clutching void and bed linen until tangled. His breath was wheezing as if after a chase. Kira raised her chest with her head pressed against the pillow, as something else ran through her body.

Harris crawled up, "I haven't even started yet, honey!"

Kira didn't care, she was still arranging her heart beat and her breath that seemed to clash. His body seemed to be floating on soft and warm water.

Harris again kissed his wife's lips, a red hue that began to fade, forcing her to start immediately.

Warm.

Harris was in complete control, not letting his wife take a breath longer. Starting from the lowest to highest scale. Letting the melodious groove fill the sound and airtight room.

Harris became impatient as his wife sucked all over him. Forcing him to tadpole deeper, and stronger. Made him stifled.

"A-baang," The golden in his arm became an NOS which accelerated his rate of movement.

"Dear, open yourself up! Greet Brother, dear," Racau Harris at the tip of his wife's nose. Warm breath that hit like the morning sun. Hurry and roar.

"Darling, Brother Datasang," Harris poked himself, getting raining. Spilling all the feelings in the body of his wife who was still gripping the shoulder blade protruding from her resting elbow.

Harris still propped himself up on the elbow. Plied those red cheeks with a small peck. Look at this face up close. Let the offspring reach the nest where it grows and develops.

Harris smiled at what was happening inside. Inside the limp body was going on war.

"As soon as it grew there, Soldier," Harris's hand felt the cross incision, and his lips dyed a glint. "Make me the perfect man, baby!"

Harris withdrew after looking at his wife, who began to breathe regularly. He was not tired yet and his eyes were still fresh, his energy had not even been depleted by ten percent, but his opponent had already fallen. With great force, he lay down after cleaning himself up.

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