She nodded slowly, willingly losing herself in the passion of his kisses. He trailed his warm fingers down her waist and along her legs. She bit her lip when he parted her legs and caressed her inner thighs.

The pits of her stomach flooded with desire as his bare skin brushed against hers. He took her hand and slid it down his chest, guiding it down his waist.

Her hand froze as he pressed it against his hard manhood, earning a chuckle from him.

"You don't need to be embarrassed." He urged, guiding her hand to rub him the way he had so badly longed for her to rub.

"Why do you drive me so crazy?" His breath hitched as his hand snaked in between her thighs to find her core. He rubbed her core through her panties that were already wet at the centre. She threw her head back, a gasp escaping her lips as he gently caressed her folds.

"I'm not any less… crazier." Her last words came off as a moan as his finger snaked into her panties and slid into her.

He kissed her neck as he gently thrust his finger in and out of her body while he caressed her clit with his thumb.

"Des." She moaned out his name as she tried to sit up, her breath disoriented. She looked up at him with dazed eyes full of desire, which made him lose the remaining stand of his patience.

He wrapped her legs around his waist and kissed her lips, gently making her his. It was a much better feeling than he had ever thought of, and he couldn't help losing himself to the heated passion.

The sound of his name amid her moans drove him crazy, making him hug her waist and love her deeper.

Her nails slightly dug into his skin as he quickened his strokes.

"I love you so much, Zaria." He kissed her cheek.

"I love you, Desmond." Her toes curled behind him as her legs shook from the feeling pooling at the bottom of her stomach.

"Let it out, my love." He whispered against her neck, sending her into a climax.

He reached his own climax a heartbeat later, holding her in his arms.

He hugged her and caressed her back, his heart still racing as he pressed kisses on her body. She had never felt so treasured before. She felt even closer to him now, after breaking what she had always thought of as the barrier between them. She comfortably rested her head on his chest to doodle on his firm abs, but the beautiful moment was ruined by the ringing of his phone.

"That must be my mother. She's the only one insane enough to give me a call so late at night." He frowned in displeasure. Why didn't he realize that his mother was such a drama queen? It had taken him ages. And she had to ruin such a perfect moment.

"It could be urgent." She urged him to answer the call, and he did. As expected, the caller was Alyssa and all she wanted was to know why Desmond was not at his mansion.

"I'm not a little kid." He expressed his annoyance to his mother, who complained about not having any right to say a word to her own son anymore. Of course, she blamed it on his relationship with Zaria. He couldn't tolerate it anymore. "I would appreciate it if you stopped blaming everything on Zaria. If you stop barging into my house like you own the place, it will be for the best."

"You ungrateful child!" She screamed into the phone, and Desmond hung up to stop her.

"I'm sorry, she deserves more than that." He apologized to Zaria, who must have had a fair share of trouble from Alyssa.

She shook her head. "It's alright, my love. I don't expect you to hurl insults at her and destroy your mother-son relationship for good all because of me. I hope we can tolerate each other at some point… it will be for the best."

"I wish she thought that way too." He found it a pity that a woman in her forties could be so childish. "Let's stop talking about her already. I'll drop you off."

She blinked and looked up at him in surprise, her eyebrows furrowed.

"Did I…say something wrong?" He asked and tried to think back on every word he had said, whether he had uttered any offensive word.

"No, you didn't." She shook her head with a smile and sat up. "Let's go after dressing up."

He grabbed her hand, looking deeply into her eyes which made her uncomfortable.

"It sounded almost as though you don't want to be with me anymore." She confessed with a slight laugh. "Don't give me that frown. I know, it sounds ridiculous. That was just me overthinking."

He pulled her into his arms. "I don't want you to ever feel that way again. I'm sorry I made you think so." He had finally figured out what made her overthink. He still sounded annoyed when he said that he would drop her off, which made it seem almost as though he had lost interest in her. He couldn't blame her thoughts from running miles wild. He plucked her ear as he tightly wrapped his arms around her. "What I meant was, you mentioned wanting to go back home and catch some sleep. It's getting late."

She didn't know what to say and merely smiled, embarrassed by her own overthinking.

"If you still love the grass—and your little creatures that inhabit it—"

"No, no! Let's get out of here." She stood as soon as he mentioned the insects and whatever else could be found in grass.

He burst into laughter while holding onto her bra so she wouldn't get dressed. "Are you going to do a naked run out of here?"

"Give that back, naughty!" She grabbed the lacy bra out of his hand, her cheeks flushing at the thought of him holding her intimate clothes without feeling strange about it.

"You look so adorable when you blush." He chuckled.

"Just get dressed, okay?" She threw his clothes onto his chest, to which he humoredly smiled at her.

She finished dressing up and took a step only to feel sore between her thighs. She sat back down in embarrassment.

"There's nothing to be shy about." He caressed the side of her face. "I can just carry you everywhere until you feel better."

"I can walk." Just with a little extra effort.

He didn't listen to her and carried her off the ground instead, heading for the gate of the park. "I'm sorry. For…"

"Stop talking about it." She buried her head in his neck. "What will happen to the blankets and pillows anyway?"

"What pillows?" He asked teasingly.

"Those…" She pointed at the spot they were lying a moment ago, only to catch sight of his bodyguard leaving the place with a fluffy white bundle in his hand, which must be the blankets.

She gasped. "Don't tell me he has been there for all this while."

"I'm sure he wouldn't want to torture his eyes with such an erotic live show." He let out a smug smile, not letting her in on the fact that he had sent them a signal while they dressed up.

She ignored his antics. "You don't plan to carry me all the way home, do you?" She caressed his neck. She didn't mind it but it was a long way and he would definitely be tired.

"Just to my car." He stopped soon after speaking.

She had not noticed it before but when she turned to look, she realized that his car was parked near the park. His bodyguards sure worked like fairy godmothers—or ghosts. It would be creepy for everything to appear at such convenient times if no one asked for them.

He gently placed her in the passenger seat and fastened her seat belt before settling in the driver's seat to start driving, while she enjoyed the service comfortably.

"The boss drives while the assistant lazily curls in the passenger seat. How rare." She smiled as she watched his side profile. He looked serious while driving, which gave her the chance to lose herself in admiring his handsomeness.

"Are you going to take advantage of the chance?" He peeked at her from the corner of his eye.

"And kiss you? Count me in." She leaned over and pecked the corner of his lips. "Any more and I'll make you cause an accident."

"You will be the death of me." He laughed and continued driving.

"My love, you took a wrong turn." She tapped his arm when she saw him take a left turn instead of going right.

"Don't you want to spend the night in my bed instead? It's warm and cozy." He invited her seductively.

"I…don't mind." She swallowed when she remembered what had just transpired between them a moment ago. If they spent the rest of the night together, would it happen again?