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Josie squinted her eyes halfway, her red lips parted slightly.

It took a beat for her to realize what he was doing and what he wanted to do, but she still took her mobile phone and slowly adjusted her breathing.

"Josie?" Henry's deep voice came from the phone.

Josie gave a soft "hmm", put one hand on Chris's shoulder, and the other pressed against his lips, warning the other party not to go too far with her eyes.

However, at this time, her warning has no effect, but adds fuel to the fire.

Chris only smiled at her very provocatively, with a full "Thunderbolt" expression, with mischief all over his body.

Then, he opened his mouth to enclose her fingers.

"Although it's very late—" Henry, who didn't know what happened, said there, "but I think I forgot to tell you that I like your gift very much."

Hearing this, Chris narrowed his eyes and bit Josie's finger hard.

"You're welcome." Josie endured the slight pain and took a breath.

Henry on the phone paused, and then said, "So, what do you think about the proposal to have that dinner together?"

Chris tightened one arm, like a fortress made of steel and concrete, confining Josie in his arms.

At the same time, successive kisses landed on the side of her neck, collarbone and chest.

sting--

With his free other hand the precarious strip of fabric was ripped apart, and even the flimsy garter buckles fell apart.

And her usual calm mind was disturbed by his series of actions and couldn't function normally, and she still had to try to devote a little bit of attention to this phone call.

The long silence aroused another person's doubts.

Henry called out: "Josie?"

"What?" Josie suddenly realized, "Sorry, when?"

Chris began to sneer silently, and seemed suddenly angry.

But he suddenly remembered that when he was looking for the phone, he seemed to have found a familiar small square in her handbag.

Suddenly, Chris's eyes became eager to try, and there was a charming danger surging.

Josie immediately understood Chris' eyes.

Then, she watched helplessly as he purposely did not break the eye contact between the two, and just unbuttoned her waist, hooked the edge of the fabric slowly, and pulled it down bit by bit.

There is no need for the so-called superhero slogan at all, he is already a vigorous and wild fire that can burn everything wantonly.

"Thursday night?" Josie was excited by Henry's slow and deep voice, "Or you decide the time, I will stay in New York for two weeks."

Josie originally wanted to think about it, but her opening turned into: "Okay."

Henry seemed a little surprised, but quickly said: "Then it's settled, good night."

"Good night……"

Just as Josie hung up, she couldn't help but tremble.

Chris has leaned forward to ask for a kiss eagerly, and pinched her waist and continued to press down.

Josie trembled from the kiss.

And his lips and tongue couldn't wait to drive straight in, he directly pushed his teeth and forced his way in, wantonly pushing out all the air in her mouth, disrupting her breathing rate, and at the same time being occupied by this primitive kiss full of animalism.

It wasn't until this moment that Chris's frivolous eyebrows just gradually relaxed, but he still stared at Josie's face in front of him, unwilling to let go of even the slightest expression on the other's face.

Josie resisted the almost suffocating feeling, but they uncontrollably extended into the blood vessels and nerves, radiating out bit by bit, and she couldn't say anything even after she opened her moist red lips twice.

"Where's my gift?" Chris stopped and asked suddenly.

Josie didn't want to talk to him at all.

It was too stuffy in the car, she was hit so hard by the rising heat, she finally took advantage of the gap to relax, but found that the node controlled by him made the senses clear, like a string being gradually stretched, It is quietly accumulating power into a bigger impact.

It seemed like a silent contest.

A few drops of sweat slid down the corner of his forehead, and Chris stopped with great difficulty.

The black shirt he was wearing at the beginning has been untied long ago, and it is huddled in the corner of the back seat of the car without anyone paying attention, while its owner's upper body is exposed, the chest and abdomen covered with oil and sweat are tightly stretched, two The clear mermaid line draws down along the thin hip bones.

Josie took a few more glances, and couldn't help but pursed her lips.

Chris was keenly aware of her strangeness, and deliberately said, "Your heart beats so fast, sisi." Then, he tightened his arms, touched Josie's back, and cursed softly, "Damn it, the size of this dress Is there something wrong with the designer..."

Perhaps one of the things most designers of haute couture women's clothing are most proud of is that they can always hide the seams and zippers of the clothes very well, but this obviously brought unexpected troubles for Chris. To untie this tube top supported by fish bones, but there is no way to start.

Josie's heart skipped a beat.

Only then did he remember the pinch mark on his lower back, which probably hasn't subsided at this moment.

She tensed up in a rare way, knowing that he couldn't let him take off the top, otherwise the two of them would either have a big fight tonight, or have an AngrySex and finish it off.

No.

That doesn't work.

How can she find the next owner for something that has always belonged to her?

For that, she didn't mind a little patience and a little disguise to make him more captivating.

Josie pretended to be annoyed, and gritted her teeth, "Shut up, Chris, you're the one who's wrong—"

In the next second, the blouse that was originally customized according to the private size was suddenly tightened, and the few fish bones supporting the cut piece were like a shoddy cage, which almost strangled one of her ribs, causing a painful and forbearing gasp.

Obviously, Josie was also hurt by her deliberate actions. She felt that her chest was about to explode, and even the air in her lungs was squeezed out, and she couldn't breathe for a full half a minute.

Chris's scalp was even more numb, but he quickly realized what had just happened, and he was not ready to give up this god-given opportunity.

Straightening up, he bit the witch's insincere lips first...

Noon the next day.

Josie, who fell asleep until she didn't know her personnel, finally woke up, and habitually reached out to touch the mobile phone that should be beside the bed.

Someone's furry head came over from behind one step ahead, and at the same time stretched out his long arms to wrap her in his arms, closed his eyes and said, "You smell so good, Babe."

"But I want to take a shower." Josie said as she turned on her phone that had been silent for a long time, flipped through missed calls and new messages, then closed her eyes suddenly, and reminded: "—Chris, we have been stuck together for more than Eight hours."

"Uhhuh." Chris said through his nose, still kissing Josie's neck from behind, "So?"

"So, I'm starving to death." Josie turned around so that the two faced each other.

Only then did Chris open his eyes, brushed away the strands of hair scattered around Josie's cheeks with a smile, and continued to shoot at her with those clear blue eyes: "I ordered food, and it will be delivered in about half an hour."

"Thanks, but I'd rather take a shower."

Patting the handsome and charming face in front of her lightly, Josie pushed Chris away mercilessly.

But when she stepped on the carpet, she almost lost her footing, which made Chris, who was a little bit lost just now, laugh triumphantly, and was dragged into bed and pressed there for a random kiss.

After 5 minutes, Josie still couldn't help kicking Chris out of bed.

Then the bathroom door slammed shut.

The hot water in the bathtub was put in place, and some relaxing essential oils and rose petals were sprinkled on it, but because the time was not controlled properly, the water temperature was a little cooler now.

Josie added some hot water to it, and then sank herself into it, before she had time to turn on her phone and pick out more important messages to reply one by one.

Ella Hope left a message to remind her to start recording a studio program at [-] o'clock tomorrow morning, and she will not be able to finish work until midnight; The new script of "Get Married"; Eve Price did not make a phone call, but only sent two screenshots of the nightclub video secretly shot and the bill for the hush money.

And Scarlett Johansson, Lindsay Lohan and others have already chatted in the private discussion group of girls, and they are all gossiping about Ms. J's low-key appearance at the party last night, and her ex-boyfriend's heroic appearance in a high-profile way, and they even asked Scarlett, who was present at the time, has more details.

But so far, no one has dared to bring out Josie herself.

It was Mark Ronson who just called and said, "You know, little monster, we watched you kiss your ex-boyfriend for 15 minutes at the stairs last night, and the expression on Josh's face was so wonderful."

"So when is his new single coming out?" Josie asked.

"I'll remind him." Mark held back a smile on the phone, and then asked, "You're recording a show at the NBC building tomorrow, right?"

"Yes, at five o'clock in the morning."

"Ummm, if you can spare 15 minutes, I think you still remember Amy Winehouse. She may need the exchange transfusion therapy of Dr. House."

Josie was very impressed with the female singer who turned out to be, not only because Mark made a new album for it last year, but also because of Amy Winehouse's talent and the chaotic life proportional to her talent.

So she agreed without much hesitation: "You can bring her over around eleven o'clock, how about we have lunch together?"

At this moment, Chris knocked on the door and walked in.

He had changed into a simple T-shirt and jeans, and was holding a gift box, saying, "Ella just delivered it."

"Open it, it's for you," Josie said.

After finishing speaking, she continued to edit text messages to tell Ella about Amy Winehouse. After thinking about it, she should call House himself over tomorrow to evaluate the feasibility of the singer's exchange transfusion therapy.

Chris looked at the box in his hand curiously, unwrapped the dark gold ribbon and black embossed wrapping paper in twos and twos, and said to himself: "I have to say, this is a bit like the second day of Christmas." link, you let me fill my expectations—a script?"

He raised his head in surprise, and met Josie's smiling eyes.

Obviously, this script was the real gift she had prepared for him, and it hit him 100% accurately.