Never Mistake a Queen for a Lapdog novel Chapter 1264

Claire knew Wilbur was a relentless flirt, but she never expected him to be so impatient that he couldn't even make it up the stairs. He backed her right onto the living room sofa.

The soreness from the previous night hadn't faded, and as he started a fresh round, she quickly realized she couldn't keep up.

The sofa was too soft, offering zero leverage. Before they were even halfway done, her lower back was screaming.

She had no choice but to beg for mercy.

"My back is killing me. Can we please go upstairs?"

At this point, Wilbur was completely accommodating. With one smooth, effortless motion, he hooked his arms under her and hoisted her up from the cushions.

The sudden feeling of weightlessness made Claire instinctively throw her arms around his neck and wrap her long legs tightly around his waist.

Wilbur let out a sharp, guttural groan.

Claire's face exploded in color. Couldn't he have paused for two seconds before picking her up?!

Wilbur buried his face in the crook of her neck, his breath coming in ragged, heavy pants. It took him a solid thirty seconds to force down the surging heat.

"P-put me down," Claire stammered, her voice trembling. "I can walk."

"Baby, are you sure? Your legs aren't like jelly right now?"

"..."

She wasn't sure at all.

Wilbur hoisted her a little higher, his eyes crinkling with dark amusement. "Hold on tight. Don't fall."

Claire didn't know whether to cling tighter or let go.

In the end, Wilbur carried her all the way up the stairs. She buried her face in his shoulder, far too humiliated to look up. Every single step felt outrageously scandalous.

Before they even reached the bedroom, Wilbur decided he wasn't done teasing her.

The hands firmly supporting her waist suddenly let go.

Panicking, Claire instinctively squeezed her legs tighter and clung to him for dear life.

Wilbur let out another low, shuddering groan. This one sounded much darker, much heavier than the last.

He had only meant to mess with her, but he nearly tipped himself over the edge.

He needed another thirty seconds to recover. When he finally spoke, his lips curved into a wicked smirk, his voice dripping with seductive mischief. "Notice anything, baby?"

"...Notice what?"

"Strong core muscles and long legs are a match made in heaven."

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