I gasped at his command. Ah, s**t. I was sure I was going to regret this tomorrow.
I stood up and let my chemise fall to the floor. Desmond inhaled sharply as soon as he saw my naked body. His eyes sparkled with lust as he couldn't help himself cupping my breast, which irked me.
"Beautiful..." he said dreamily when his hand stayed on my stomach. I purred when he gently caressed it as his expression softened. "Come, seraphim," he said softly as he guided me to straddle him.
"Don't you feel disgusted seeing my stretch marks?" I couldn't help but ask when Desmond kept admiring my stomach.
He creased his forehead. "Why would I?" His expression looked annoyed and at the same time aroused. "Did you ever see me feeling disgusted? I even worshipped you more." He held my face. "We may be divorc
