Chapter 847 My Wife Is One Hot Commodity

• Alina Rumpley smiled and kept massaging him, not too hard, not too soft.
• Her slender right fingers would sometimes pause at his sensitive Adam’s apple, while her left hand gently worked Cayden Moore’s temples, smoothing the frown from his brow.
• Her pressure hit the sweet spot, and every point she pressed had a rhythm to it. Cayden felt amazing, like the fatigue had been wiped clean from his body.