CEO's Reborn Wife-Chapter 355 - 363: You are happy in your heart

Just as she thought, he had changed her nickname again!

Damn it!

"How did you know my mobile phone password?" Jane Sampson stamped her foot in frustration, "I just want to be Mr. Carter’s little fangirl."

"Is it that hard to guess a single-celled organism’s password?" James Black directly carried the struggling Jane Sampson into the bedroom, snatching her phone away and tossing it onto the bed, "You’re not allowed to change it, this isn’t a discussion, it’s an order, understand? You are part of the guardian team’s family members, shouldn’t you obey the team’s commands?"

"Who says so?" Jane Sampson bristled with anger, but she was already pressed into sitting on a chair by James Black, unable to move.

"James Black." His answer came as if it was the most natural thing in the world, and he had no intention to provide a more detailed explanation.

Throughout the process of washing her hair, Jane Sampson was preoccupied with coming up with a password that James Black would never be able to crack, and she was also thinking about how to refuse that shameless order of his.

However, by the time her hair was dried by James Black and she was carried into bed by him, Jane Sampson still hadn’t thought of a valid reason.

Truly vexing.

It was enough to vex a person to death.

Lying in the quilt to avoid touching her right hand, Jane Sampson rolled from side to side. Each time she turned and saw James Black, a surge of irritation grew inside her, so she moved a little further away, not wanting to touch him. Another look, still angry, she moved further again.

When she got to the edge, there was enough space between them for another James Black to fit comfortably, Jane Sampson had nowhere else to move, and she lay flat and sighed.

No sooner had she finished sighing than James Black’s hand reached over to scoop her up, and with a flip, he had her pinned beneath him. "You..." Jane Sampson swallowed, stammering for a few seconds, "What are you doing?"

"Jane Sampson."

James Black called her name and surname included, and once she looked up to meet his gaze, he kissed her deeply.

"Don’t..."

Don’t kiss! Don’t kiss! She was still angry!

Jane Sampson’s small hands pounded on James Black’s shoulders a couple of times before being pinned to the side; his body was heavy like a big mountain, pinning her down so she couldn’t move.

Jane Sampson originally thought that this kiss, like the ones before, was just a kiss, that perhaps it would just be a bit more intense.

But later, a hazy Jane Sampson was suddenly brought back to her senses by a scorching heat from behind.

James Black’s hands, at some point, had made their way inside her clothes, roaming along her back, and even hinting at moving upward and forward.

"James..." Jane Sampson could clearly see a flame in the depths of James Black’s eyes.

As a woman married for many years, Jane Sampson knew all too well what that meant for James Black.

But, in the end, James Black stopped, withdrawing his hand from within her clothes, then wrapped his arm around her waist and gently nibbled on the corner of her mouth with a voice heavy as if he had just returned from a weight-bearing run.

"If it weren’t for your hand," James Black said, his breath slightly uneven, "if it weren’t for concern for your hand, I would have stripped you naked by now."

"You don’t want to? Or is it that you don’t want me touching you?" James Black suddenly asked Jane Sampson.

Jane Sampson was about to say she didn’t want him to touch her, but then she heard James Black continue in his sensual voice, right by her ear, "But when I kissed you, you were clearly excited, you were happy inside."

If James Black couldn’t tell in the past, it was because of insufficient experience.

But now, with such kisses, as it progressed, Jane Sampson would even respond to him uncontrollably, melting into a puddle under him, weakened by his constant kisses.