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Evangeline clapped her hands. "I know! I should get some wine for our dinner." She hopped towards the wine rack and bent down, inspecting all the expensive wines on display.

The wine rack at the side of the kitchen island, where Eric was preparing their dinner, had view of the entire tray of wines from his end. And when Evangeline bent down, he had the first seat view of her full back and blood almost spurt from his nose.

She was not wearing any short beneath her oversized shirt that reached only half of her creamy thighs. His eyes heated at her round butt. It was firm but seemed soft to the touch. The tantalizing lacy piece of fabric followed the creased of her ass towards her crouch. It was thin, so thin that it outlined the shape of her pussy and slit, forming a crescent halo at the center. Small squishy mounds were protruding from the base of her sexy ass framed by her soft, firm butt. It was chubby and cute, and all he could think was pinching it.

The view was incredibly arousing. Sexy and downright lustful!

And she was strangely unaware her bottom was showing. She even wiggled her sexy ass, which caused all his saliva to evaporate. His throat was so dry it hurts.

He released a low agonizing grunt when his cock pounded against the confines of his trousers.

"Ah!"

He growled. The sting caused by his finger grazing the burning pan jolted him out of his lustful state. Evangeline was quick on her toes and trotted to his side, much to his horror.

"What happened? Are you okay? Why is your face red?" she asked. Her face full of unconcealed worry and curiosity.

Thank the heavens she didn\'t notice. The last thing he wanted was her screaming away from him if she saw his bulge.

"I\'m fine," he croaked. He was not fine! Not fine at all!

He shifted his lower regions away from her view, not making it obvious. But of course, she was making it difficult for him when she cupped his face and leaned closer to him.

"You can\'t be fine. Your face is so red! Do you have a fever?"

To his horror, before he could stop her, she inched closer, tiptoed, and pressed her forehead to his.

"Eric, you\'re hot! You have a fever!" Evangeline howled, pulling away, looking straight at him, worry in her eyes. She was about to say more when she felt something hard poking her stomach.

"What\'s that?" she questioned, lowering her head.

With impeccable timing, Eric\'s hands grabbed her shoulders and flipped her around before she could see what was poking her.

"Eve, I\'m fine. Really," Eric said through the gap of his clenched teeth, making it sounded so natural, but didn\'t succeed much.

"Are you sure?" Evangeline frowned, wanting to turn his way, but the grip of his hands on her shoulders prevented her from moving anywhere.

Eric swallowed all his frustration and cleared his dry throat with difficulty. He was amazed at himself when his voice turned out somewhat natural.

"I\'m fine. It\'s just the shock from a little burn. It\'s nothing serious."

"Burn? Did you burn yourself?"

Eric cursed himself. Being careful not to dint even his clothes against her, he answered, "Just a minor burn, it\'ll heal."

He then extended his burnt finger to her. "See, nothing serious."

Evangeline inspected his finger. When she saw that there was no peeling skin nor blisters, just a little redness, she sighed and let go of the topic.

"Still, you should put ice on it."

"Mm . . . I\'ll go get the ointment in my room first."

Didn\'t give her a chance to react, Eric quickly turned off the stove and escaped inside the comfort of his room.

". . ."

What\'s up with him? Evangeline mused when Eric ran to his room in a hurry.

I guess his finger must really be in pain.

Evangeline shrugged her shoulders and went to the wine rack, utterly ignorant at the chaos she brought upon Eric.

----

In Eric\'s room, he was having difficulty calming himself. The image of Evangeline and her round soft butt really drove him mad, and his dick wasn\'t cooperating one bit.

He was not exactly a saint despite his stoic, expressionless face. He was still, after all, a man. He had urges, especially at the age where his hormones were on a rampage. And when it came, he would deal with it merely by masturbating. And once he was done, he would resume his work.

But now, now he found her. Could be together with her, simply watching porn or lewd magazine wouldn\'t cut it. It was like his cock didn\'t want anything else but her.

But he thought they were not ready for that level of intimacy –– yet.

He feared he would only frighten her if he showed her his arousal.

Shit!

He hissed through the gap of his gnashing teeth when his cock throbbed more than it ever did. The slightest touch from his trouser sent his head back from the pain.

He quickly lowered his trousers and boxers, resting it below his ass, enough for his cock to sprung free, swaying before it stood erect and hard.

For some reason, it was more . . . bigger than usual from his past erections. And he was beginning to feel scared if it would fit in that delicious tempting hole his mind kept flashing before him.

Fuck . . .

He cursed agony and pain mixed with pleasure in his voice as his fingers gripped his penis. It was very sensitive today, not that he could blame it. After a stimulating view like that . . .

Jolting and very much aroused, he recalled Evangeline\'s creamy silken thighs and her soft firm butt and thin lacy panties outlining the contours of her pussy.

Fuck. Me.

He groaned, writhing in suppressed gasped as his hand-rolled from the base of his shaft to his swollen tip that was spurting pre-cum nonstop, gliding together with his fingers.

"Eve . . . Eve . . ."

Gasping heavily, his head snapped back. His fingers gripped tightened against his cock, squeezing it painfully as it pulsated, shooting his semen in the air before it splattered on the floor. Some even stained his pants.

*pant . . . *huff

It was never that intense in the past. Heck! He never released so much sperm before.

And to his horror, he still found his cock very much erect in the confines of his fingers, ready for another round.

Shit!

In the past, one round, and he was sated. But now . . .

He shuddered. If the slight view of her butt and outline of her pussy was enough to send him between the bridge of heaven and hell, what was more if they did it for real.

Fuck!

His cock twitched, throbbing at the thought.

Guess he had to worry about it another time as there were pressing matters to take care of. He couldn\'t stay inside this room for long and make Evangeline wait for him outside.

Gritting his teeth, his fingers moved once more to relieved himself.

----

"What took you so long?" Evangeline asked as Eric sauntered out from his room after almost thirty whole minutes.

Eric avoided her scrutinizing eyes as he answered rather awkwardly, "Sorry, it took me some time to search for an ointment."

She raised her brow and questioned, "And why are you wearing different pants?"

". . ." For a split second, Eric didn\'t reply. His brain generated an excuse, lighting fast. "It got wet when I cooled my finger in the washbowl."

Evangeline didn\'t question further, and Eric sat on a seat opposite her. The foods were already served on the table while she patiently waited for him, complete with crossing legs and fingers interlaced on top of the table.

As soon as he sat, Eric\'s eyes caught something unusual on the table. It was an old bottle of wine, Chateau Margarette Blanch 1944.

His eyes swept towards the wine rack and found the only bottled displayed on the glass box was now gone and on the table, completely opened and served in a goblet.

He might not know about wines but based on the vintage looking bottle and date, and how Daniel was reserving it inside a glass box, contenting on looking at it, he bet his life it was not meant to be open.

"Eve, I think that bottle is not to be open," he said, voicing his thoughts.

Evangeline raised an eyebrow and smirked. "Why buy something so expensive if you\'re not going to savor it?"

Eric pursed his lips, remaining calm, trying to push away the image of Daniel\'s face upon knowing the wine he was collecting was opened.

"I think Daniel is collecting it," he said, voice remaining composed.

Evangeline rolled her eyes and sneered. "Daniel should be happy we\'re going to drink this fine specimen of wine that he couldn\'t force himself to drink. It would be a waste inside that glass box."

She then interchanged her crossing legs. "In fact, he should be thankful we save him from the torturous agony of watching it instead of drinking it. Now, he can totally relax without the constant torment of opening the wine and have a bit of taste. Don\'t you think?"

She sweetly smiled, hell-bent believing her logic that Eric didn\'t have the heart to reprimand her.

". . ."

For some reason, he felt pity for Daniel.

----

Inside Everland palace, Daniel sneeze for two times, body shuddering. An ill omen kept bugging him as he cursed Evangeline nonstop in his head.

He was forced to take late night sleep because he was busy transferring the land to her name. Somehow he couldn\'t bring himself to say no to her much to his annoyance. Not because he still had romantic feelings for her, but because he knew she wouldn\'t leave him alone until she got what she wanted. And another was because he was still guilty of cheating on her and wanted to make it up to her.

A barrage of curses swirled in his mind once more.