Chapter Seven
The only one who can easily unsettle him like this is probably her.
They say a white shirt has a strong allure, and he has to admit it.
Especially when it's the woman he loves, wearing his shirt—it makes him want to rip it off.
Ryan Gregory curled his lips into a smile and pecked her lips. "Who taught you this?"
"Self-taught," she replied with a grin.
"So clever?"
"Of course."
Sofia Hamilton smiled and willingly wrapped her arms around his neck. "Don't all men like this?"
They say men prefer women who take the initiative; it spares them the effort and adds a bit of spice.
All along, she'd been passive—especially in that regard.
"I don't know about other men, but I love it." His voice grew deeper, tinged with a magnetic pull, like electricity flowing through it, softening hearts just by hearing it.
Ryan Gregory couldn't help but cup her face, leaning in to kiss her, but just as his lips were about to touch hers, his phone rang.
