My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Chapter 951: Little Fraser?

Stanford was as stiff as a piece of wood, panting slightly in the dark, unable to move.

Phoebe was not satisfied yet, and muttered,

"Mr. Fraser, this is uncomfortable. Raise your arm, put it under my neck. I want to use it as a pillow."


He raised his arm rigidly. A small head immediately rested on it.

And her body moved forward, and the whole place of softness was stuck to him.

He could clearly feel the curve of her soft body. The warm heat was also transmitted to his skin through the clothes.

It was warm, meanwhile it scorched him like a fire.

Stanford felt that the self-control that he used to be proud of was about to break down in minutes, turning himself into a demon and driving him to do impulsive things.

Phoebe didn't realize that she was igniting fire. She even put her little finger on Stanford's chest, gently drawing circles.

She murmured, "Dear Mr. Fraser, staying with you like this and seeing such a delicious man in front of me, I can't help but want to eat you. What should I do?"

Stanford was shocked. His stiff body shuddered slightly.

He just couldn't control it anymore.

He squeezed his fist tightly. His voice went very deep. And he could only spit out two words from his lips with difficulty.

"Calm down."

In the darkness, Phoebe' eyes rolled, and a foxlike smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.

At this time, he can actually ask him to calm down?

How could her little lover be so adorably conventional?

She murmured, "What if I can't calm down?"

Feeling the softness in his arms and the seductive words in his ears, the beast in his body almost roared out of the cage of self-control.

Stanford took a deep breath, then another deep breath.

"Calm down again."