The elegantly dressed man with well-combed hair from a while ago was seen a while later pounding Piper like his life depended on it. His hair looked like a bird's nest from how Piper had been pulling them.
The elegance could no longer be found in him. All that was visible was a hungry wolf moving his waist like there was no bone in it.
Beads of sweat could be seen running on both of them but they didn't give a damn about it. All that mattered was to satisfy the lust that ran between their legs.
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Meanwhile, Jeslyn was lying on her husband's thigh by the pool, sunbathing when a car drove into the compound. It was a new car, they'd never seen such a car in their garage before.
Maverick, who was reading a book, shifted his gaze to the car that was running towards them, then stopped a distance away.
He returned his gaze to his book. If the person was suspicious, he wouldn't have been dealt with by the gate.
