After Betrayal - I Married a Handsome Tycoon-Chapter 66: Rippling Skirt

To enter the bridal chamber is an invitation.

A brazen invitation to a night of passion, a promise of pleasure.

Moira Sloan sat on the edge of the bed. She was drunk, but her eyes were sparkling.

Connor Quinn stood motionless in the doorway, just watching her. He pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, placed one between his lips, and lit it deliberately. As smoke billowed out, he spoke in a low, deep voice, "Moira Sloan, what have I told you before?"

Moira Sloan blinked.

’I don’t know.’

’I’ve forgotten.’

Connor Quinn said, "I’ve told you before, I don’t like being used."

"Oh," Moira Sloan said.

Then she remembered.

From the first time she’d asked him to pretend to be her boyfriend.

He had indeed said that.

’But what does that have to do with sleeping with me tonight?’

’Tonight, she was simply feeling amorous, overcome with lust.’

After her brief reply, Moira Sloan stared at Connor Quinn for a moment. Feeling even more intoxicated, she pursed her lips, then rose and staggered into the bathroom.

The sounds of celebration from the room next door continued.

And they seemed to be getting louder and louder.

Moira Sloan stood under the showerhead, slipping out of her long dress. Her slender, soft fingers gathered her hair as she tilted her head back, letting the water cascade over her face. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

When Connor Quinn, a cigarette still dangling from his lips, pushed the door open, this was the scene that greeted him.

A woman, unsteady on her feet, stood under the spray.

Water streamed from her face, coursing over her entire body.

Her long, elegant neck, her full breasts, her smooth, flat stomach, and her firm, straight legs.

Their eyes met. Moira Sloan, heavily intoxicated, started to lean back against the tiled wall.

But before she could, Connor Quinn closed the distance in a single stride, catching her and pulling her into his embrace.

Moira Sloan was completely drenched, and as Connor Quinn held her, she felt slippery and warm with steam.

"Connor Quinn, you’re impossible."

"You want to sleep with me, but you refuse to spoil me."

Hearing Moira Sloan’s drunken rambling, Connor Quinn’s brow furrowed slightly. His voice was cool as he said, "You’re drunk."

"I’m not drunk," Moira Sloan retorted. "I’m more clear-headed now than I’ve ever been."

As she spoke, she planted a hand on Connor Quinn’s chest to prop herself up. She tilted her head, looked at him, then suddenly yanked his collar, rose onto her toes, and pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth.

Throughout the kiss, Connor Quinn remained perfectly still.

Moira Sloan’s kiss was clumsy and artless.

Eventually, Moira Sloan grew tired. She lowered her gaze and dropped back onto her heels.

Noticing the dejection in her eyes, Connor Quinn asked in a husky voice, "Why did you stop?"

Moira Sloan’s pale toes fidgeted on the tile. She answered hesitantly, "You weren’t moving."

"And?" Connor Quinn prompted.

"I don’t know how," Moira Sloan admitted.

As Connor Quinn swept her up into his arms and carried her out of the bathroom, Moira Sloan instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck, her eyes glistening as she gazed up at him.

Connor Quinn couldn’t bear her pitiful expression. He hoisted her higher and lowered his head to kiss her.

Moira Sloan, her eyes hazy with intoxication, met his kiss with a mix of delicate shyness and alluring charm.

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Moira Sloan had no idea when the sounds of the wedding-night revelry next door had stopped.

In any case, by the time Connor Quinn carried her out of the bathroom a second time and laid her on the bed, the room next door was even quieter than their own.

After their sweat-drenched encounter, much of the alcohol’s effect on Moira Sloan had worn off. As she belatedly processed what she had just done, a blush crept up her cheeks and tinted the tips of her ears.

Connor Quinn stood by the bed. Seeing her reaction, he leaned down and gently ruffled her hair. "Want some water?"

Moira Sloan pursed her lips, unhappy with her own performance earlier, and replied with a hint of a pout, "Yes."

"I’ll go downstairs and get you some," Connor Quinn said.

"Isn’t there a water dispenser in the room?" Moira Sloan asked.

Connor Quinn replied with a straight face, "The water downstairs tastes better."

When Connor Quinn opened the door, Shane Jennings was standing right outside.

The two men locked eyes. A silent moment passed between them, and neither spoke as they headed downstairs, one after the other.

When they reached the water dispenser, Connor Quinn tugged at the damp collar of his shirt. The movement casually exposed the love bites on his neck and the fresh scratches on his collarbone...

"You two..." Shane Jennings started.

Connor Quinn lifted his gaze, his eyes full of icy coldness and a hint of mockery. "We slept together. Isn’t it obvious?"