Chapter 863

It was maddening. Wilson's throat bobbed as he swallowed hard, trying to suppress the growing desire that threatened to take over. His rough and strained voice broke the silence. "Yvie, stop. You need to rest." He wanted to give in, to let himself become the reckless man she teased him to be—but he held back, though just barely. Yvette, however, wasn't in the mood for abstinence. With a sharp tug on his tie, she pulled him down onto the bed. Then, with one fluid motion, moved to straddle him. The suddenness left Wilson momentarily stunned, though the smirk tugging at his lips betrayed his amusement. "Are you sure you want to do this, baby?" His voice, deep and magnetic, carried a note of indulgent exasperation. "Are you planning to take charge here?" "Well, someone has to," she shot back, her delicate fingers working haphazardly at the buttons of his shirt. "You're taking too long." Wilson's chuckle rumbled low in his chest, sending a shiver down her spine. "Baby, you might regre