Noah didn't let Gwynn speak further.

After a rough sex, he leaned against her sweaty neck, his voice hoarse. "Try calling him in such an intimate manner again! I'll make sure you can't get out of bed."

She panted softly, her arms wrapped around his lean waist. Her face was close to his too.

She whispered tenderly, "You're already over forty years old, Noah. You should be tempering yourself, instead of acting like a young man in his twenties."

He moved his face, brushed against her nose, and gave her a gentle nip.

"I'll still make you moan and scream out of pleasure even if I’m in my seventies."

"Is that so?"

…

After exchanging a few sweet words, Gwynn’s mind was still on important matters. So, she pushed Noah and got up.

She smoothed her slightly tousled black hair and said to him, "Go ahead and take a nap for a while. I'll go see what the secretary wants and come back to your side later!"

He took the opportunity to make a request, "Let's have another round before the New