CEO's Contract Obsession-Chapter 195: The Right Man

Mary’s heart raced as she stumbled over her words, "I-I think I am already in it," Her voice quivered as his face drew closer to hers.

"Yes you are, but are you willing to take it further?" Anton gently touched Mary’s cheek, his gaze fixed on her lips.

Mary was rendered speechless, she just stared at Anton as he gently traced his thumb along her lower lip.

"Lost your tongue?" Anton inquired, but Mary remained silent. Overwhelmed by nerves, she couldn’t bring herself to say anything and simply shook her head in response.

Anton’s face contorted into a mischievous smirk, his eyes gleaming with a hint of wickedness. "Let me find it for you then," he whispered seductively. Without hesitation, he leaned in and forcefully parted her lips with his tongue, delving into her mouth. Mary released a surprised moan, gripping Anton’s arms.

Anton’s desire for her intensified, his hands itching to explore every inch of her body. His kiss became ravenous and greedy, driven by insatiable hunger and strength. Mary’s lips are so soft and delicious which gave him a hard-on.

Mary can feel her body heat up, she is craving for him and she knows that she is getting wet between her legs. As much as her mind wanted to stop, her body refuse to follow.

She instinctively reached for Anton’s neck and nape, craving a deeper connection, she wanted more of him. Her fingers entwined in his hair, relishing the sensation, while her other hand ventured down his chest, seeking greater intimacy.

"Mary..." Anton murmured softly, as he release her from his kiss for a short while before diving in again, his desire escalating.

His hands, which had been gently cradling her face, began to trace a sensual path down her back and along her arm, calling a growing s*xual excitement and desire.

He broke away from their passionate kiss, his lips parting from hers, and began tracing a gentle path from her chin to her jawline, delicately ascending towards her ear.

"Anton..." Mary whispered breathlessly, tilting her head and arching her neck, granting him greater access and inviting him to indulge in the feeling he sought.

Anton could no longer stop his hands from advancing. His self-control is almost gone. Though he had no intention of crossing certain boundaries he yearned to explore just a bit more, savoring the heightened sensations and experiencing a deeper connection with her.

His hand found its way to her bosom, and Anton, overwhelmed by desire, succumbed to the temptation and squeezed it firmly, unable to restrain himself any longer as he bit her lobe.

Mary couldn’t suppress her moan, her body reacting to his touch. She had never allowed any man to touch her that way. The limits she had set for herself, promising to wait until marriage, seemed to fade away at that moment. Waiting had become an unbearable pretense she could no longer uphold.

She would be lying to herself if she would say otherwise. Because no matter how hard she try to control herself, she was thoroughly enjoying the feelings and emotions that Anton is evoking within her.

The restraint that she had exerted over her desires was slipping away, replaced by an insatiable craving for more. Anticipation coursed through her veins as she eagerly anticipated what would happen next.

The peaks of her twins hardened as Anton continued to knead her mounds. His lips returned to hers as his thumb rubs her stiff crown in a circling motion.

She pressed her thighs together feeling the pressure building between her legs. ’Godsss I am definitely wet,’ she uttered in her mind.

"Mary... I want to suck this," Anton said after pinching her n!pple.

Mary flinched from that desirable pain and said, "Go ahead, no one is stopping you." Her voice carried a sign of vulnerability and guardedness, revealing her willingness to accept what Anton is going to do.

Anton’s smirk deepened as he slowly and deliberately slid his hand under Mary’s shirt. The room seemed to hold its breath as Mary’s attention focused on the warmth of Anton’s hand, its gentle touch grazing her skin. The s*xual tension between them became ardent, and a mix of hunger and yearning hung in the air.

"Kya~!" Mary let out a piercing shriek, startled by the sudden opening of the door. Startled, she automatically rolled off the sofa and landed on the floor with a thud, creating a loud noise as the door banged against the wall.

"Anton!"

The interruption shattered the intimate moment between Mary and Anton leaving them both shocked and disoriented.

"Aw!" Anton blurted a surprised yelp as his mother swiftly smacked his head with her bag. The unexpected arrival of his mom left him momentarily stunned, adding a touch of humor to the situation despite the interruption.

"So this is why you’re taking so long! We were all waiting for you in the living room!" Anton’s mother exclaimed, her voice laced with frustration and disapproval.

"The lady said last night that she will wait until she gets married, but you are ruining her plans. If you want to continue with this, you should marry her!" The weight of her words emphasized the need for commitment and responsibility in Anton’s actions.

"Mom! Don’t you know how to knock? We’re not teenagers anymore," Anton retorted, a mix of exasperation and embarrassment evident in his tone.

"It’s your fault for not locking the door. Fix yourselves up and let’s go," Anton’s mom answered back without waiting for a response, her tone had a mix of urgency and impatience. She proceeded without further discussion, leaving Anton and Mary to collect themselves before joining the rest.

Mary and Anton locked eyes for a brief moment, sharing a blend of amusement and relief. The tension that had filled the room dissipated as they both burst into laughter, finding humor in the awkwardness of the situation in their own folly.

"Why is your mom so cool about this? I mean, if I caught my son making out and touching a woman’s face without being married yet, I would be furious," Mary commented as she fix her hair. Her voice was tinged with a mix of curiosity and astonishment. She expressed her surprise at Anton’s mother’s seemingly relaxed attitude toward their intimate encounter.

"It is because she has one thing in mind: grandchildren. And not just one, but many." Anton explained with a chuckle, reminiscing about his mother’s relentless desire for him to settle down and start a family.

He shared how his mother’s initial nagging for him to get married eventually transformed into a plea for him to have a child, even if marriage wasn’t in the picture.

Anton mentioned that Henry getting married first was a surprise to everyone, shifting his mother’s focus to urging Anton to follow suit. However, he added that the pressure lessened when he introduced Mary to her, bringing a renewed sense of hope and happiness to her.

After freshening themselves up, Mary and Anton joined Roana’s family, ready to accompany them to the hospital to visit Amy and Henry.

The group opted to use Anton’s SUV instead of his sedan, and as they left for the hospital. Anton’s mom couldn’t resist delving into the subject of marriage. Although she had scolded the two earlier, it wasn’t due to their actions, but rather because they were at risk of being late.

"Mary, dear, at what age do you plan to get married?" Anton’s mom, who was seated behind Mary, leaned forward on the edge of her seat to pose the question. Her curiosity and eagerness to know Mary’s thoughts on marriage were evident in her voice.

As Anton’s mom broached the subject of marriage between Mary and Anton, Roana’s face contorted into a noticeable expression of annoyance. Her features tightened slightly, and a subtle frown appeared on her face, revealing her discomfort and dissatisfaction with the topic.

Mary, who happened to glance at the side mirror, caught a reflection of Roana’s face in perfect detail. She observed how visibly irritated Roana appeared, unaware that she can be seen.

"Auntie, I believe I’m already at the marrying age. I’m open and prepared for it whenever the right man enters my life. Perhaps you should inquire about Anton’s thoughts on the matter instead of directing the question to me," Mary responded, stealing a quick glance at the mirror to gauge Roana’s reaction to her remark.

As anticipated, Roana’s brows furrowed even deeper, displaying her growing displeasure, while Anton’s parents couldn’t contain their joy, their smiles stretching from ear to ear. Meanwhile, Anton stole a quick glance at Mary, his eyes briefly meeting hers before returning his focus to the road ahead.

Anton’s mother waited for him to say something and when she did not get the response she expected from her son, she resorted to grabbing a couple of papers from the side pocket of the car door and playfully rolling them up. Without hesitation, she gently tapped Anton on the head, trying to prompt him into speaking up.

"Mom! Stop it!

"Did I raise you up like that? What kind of man are you? Say something to Mary!"

"Fine!" Anton took a deep breath, attempting to calm himself down. He was being cautious around Mary, doing his best not to frighten her away. However, his mother’s actions were hindering his efforts and disrupting his plans.

"Mary, are you saying that you are ready to get married anytime now?" Anton asked.

"Yup," Mary replied.

"But as long as he’s the right man for you, right?" Anton stammered delivering his question.

"Yup," Mary tersely replied, her gaze fixed on the scenery outside the window.

"You mean to say, if that right man asks you to marry him now, will you say yes?"

"Yup,"

"So, will you marry me?" Anton asked.

"Yup," Mary quickly said without thinking and frowned when she realized what she just answered, "Wait, what?"

"I said... Will you marry me?" Anton reiterated while keeping his eyes on the road. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

Mary stared at him not knowing how to react.