Grandfather Robert's Will
Chapter 41's

Rachel was crammed with a sensation, which was incredible when she was under Jenson. Warm and delicious, that is what her husband offers. But unfortunately Jenson himself still felt far from feeling enough.

Rachel's body sense was vague, deeply teasing her towards warmth. Jenson finds him, takes him, and keeps him locked up in a rush of desire. Rachel was rendered helpless. That sensation was running through Rachel's body. He never knew what it meant to be truly fragile in front of others. At the moment Jenson can take anything from him, ask for anything and he will not refuse. But Jenson didn't ask, he gave.

Rachel went wave after wave. Between the height and depth he twists, greatly rejoicing in his twists. On the carpet, illuminated by a very bright afternoon light through the window, Rachel was locked in a blinding darkness without a single speck of desire to see. Make me feel happy and comfortable, his mind as if exclaiming again and again.

And Jenson was in it, blending in and coming together. Rachel found that there was more. There's more to it than that. There was still something that would make Rachel feel at ease.

Right now they still remained where they were, lying on top of the clothes that were very scattered. Slowly Rachel begins to find her mind back in the real world. He could see pastel-colored walls, bright sunlight radiating from behind the windows. He can smell the body heat that is a combination of his and Jenson's. He could feel Jenson's extremely fragrant and delicate hair wiping his cheeks, Jenson's heartbeat still pounding rapidly over his chest.

It happened so fast, as fast as lightning, he thought. Or did it take hours? For sure, he had never experienced anything like that. Rachel finds herself stroking Jenson's hair gently and gently and she lets her hand fall onto the carpet. She can't let love in, even though Jenson is her husband and has promised not to leave her. Rachel knew the man well. Jenson is not a man who is content to be loved by just one woman, he is an adventurer. The promises he made were only to ensnare his prey.

I'll be able to be his wife, but I won't love him, Rachel's inner. Although they were able to co-exist platonically for the next three months, he would not take any risks with his heart. For a moment Rachel thought that she felt her heart break, just a little. Stupid, he told himself. His heart is very strong and tough, he should not feel that his heart is broken even if only a little. What he does with Jenson is a common thing for married couples, but after three months, he and Jenson will get divorced and return to their respective lives.

“Are you still not sure about me?” Jenson moved slightly as she spoke, enough to slap her lips against Rachel's throat.

“What do you mean Jenson?”

“Do you still think that our relationship is only because of a 6-month contract?” Raising his head, he looked at Rachel deeply. She doesn't smile, but Rachel thinks she's amused.

“I don't really understand what you're talking about, what do you mean I don't understand.”

“I know what you are thinking right now.”

“I'm a psychic. You thought...” He stopped talking to make fun of Rachel's lips. “There should be a way to convince you that I mean it, so that you don't wonder how to keep an emotional distance while we've slept together. You decided that there was not the slightest bit of romantic treatment on the deal we had made together.”

“Good.” Jenson makes Rachel feel stupid. Then Jenson stroked her waist and made her shake. “Because you're an easy man to make promises, and you're easy to date any woman, so I use my common sense, not my heart.”

“I'd rather your skin be warm, and your wits don't work at all.” Jenson kissed her before Rachel could answer. "I'll make you think of nothing, no one but me. If you wake up in the middle of the night, and I'm not next to you, I'm pretty sure that you'll wish I was next to you. And when I touch you, every time I touch you, you will always want my body.”

Rachel had to fight that swish. He knew, as well as he knew everything else, that Jenson was right. And he knew, maybe they both knew, that Rachel would fight him to the end. “You're arrogant, egocentric, and petty.”

“Inright. And you're stubborn, willful, and defiant. The only thing we can be sure of now is that one of us will be the winner.”

Sitting on a pile of clothes, they watched each other. “Other games?” murmured Rachel.

“Maybe. Maybe this is the only game there is.” As he said that, Jenson stood up and she carried Rachel through the room.

“Jenson get off me right now, I don't need to be carried like this, I can walk alone.”

“Yes, you need to carry Rachel.”

Jenson walked to the bed. Rachel started to thrash, then gave up. Maybe just this once, break it up, and relax in the arms of Jenson. "Let's make love again."

Rachel feels very comfortable if she is near Jenson, but she cannot reveal all of that to Jenson. Rachel could only hold it herself.