My CEO Toy Turned Out to Be the Lost Heir Chapter 12

My CEO Toy Turned Out to Be the Lost Heir Chapter 12

Julian was stunned for a moment.

He instinctively reached out to catch me as I wobbled.

His smile grew wider.

He leaned his face toward me and said gently:

“There’s only ever been you. No one else.”

“Baby, don’t be mad.”

“Do you want to slap the other side? Then it’ll be symmetrical.”

The way he called me “baby” really got to me.

I asked slowly:

“What about Seraphina?”

Julian seemed to find me cute and pinched my cheek:

“Just a classmate. I only like you.”

My face instantly flushed.

He coaxed me in a low voice:

“Come home with me, okay?”

“There’s a reward.”

Curiosity got the better of me. I followed my heart and nodded.

Julian took me to his new home.

I sat obediently on the edge of the bed, waiting for my “reward.”

Under the bright lights, Julian started taking off his clothes one by one.

My face got even hotter.

Mm, his body really was as perfect as ever… I could never get tired of it.

Under my intense gaze, Julian put on that XXL compression tank.

Then he put on a perfectly tailored suit over it.

He slowly buttoned it, then turned and asked gently:

“When we first met, I was wearing a suit for my speech at convocation.”

“I noticed you staring at me for a long time.”

“Did you like it?”

Ascetic.

It perfectly outlined his body.

I nodded honestly:

“I liked it. I loved it.”

Julian laughed softly:

“Then will you be happier if I wear the tank?”

“If y

if you like it, I’ll always wear it.”

“You ‘hated’ my chest muscles, so this way they’re hidden.”

I nodded, then shook my head, saying very truthfully:

“I do like them.”

“But I don’t want anyone else to see the things I like.”

The smile on Julian’s face deepened.

His magnetic, seductive voice whispered in my ear:

“Then do you want to touch them?”

I reached out as if possessed, but stopped just before touching him.

I instinctively said:

“No. The comments said I can’t. Only the female lead Seraphina can.”

“We have to follow the plot.”

“You have to stay ‘virtuous’, okay?”

Julian tilted his head in confusion.

I couldn’t tell if he was being patient with a drunk person or showing love.

Finally, he held my face, our foreheads touching.

He asked softly, as if I were a treasure:

“But do you want this, baby?”

I replied without thinking:

“Yes.”

The next second, Julian guided my hand onto his soft, massive chest.

It was warm, and a small indentation stayed after I poked it.

Touching.

Burying my face.

Hugging.

Kissing.

I had it all.

Julian opened a drawer.

It was filled with all the “tools” we had played with before: whips, belts, ropes, cuffs…

He put on a collar and handed me the leash.

He said gently:

“We can play however you want.”

“Whatever makes you happy, my princess.”