Mr. CEO's Substitute Bride

"Come in, close the door."

Daxton Lancaster looked at her, instructing lightly. Violet Zimmerman bit her lip, walked in, and closed the door.

Still standing by the door, knowing the man was showering, she dared not lift her eyes, "Daxton, today... Mom called me over."

No need for Violet Zimmerman to continue, Daxton Lancaster already knew why his mother called her over.

Daxton Lancaster didn’t speak, his arm resting on the edge of the bathtub, waiting for the bashful woman to continue.

With downcast eyes, Violet felt even more flushed, her face like a boiled shrimp, she bit her lip and spoke courageously.

"Mom said... she wants a grandson."

"Come here."

Daxton Lancaster’s voice suddenly sounded, and Violet paused, then looked up.

Seeing the man’s exposed arms and chest, her face grew even hotter, clearly shy, but her eyes seemed glued to him, unable to look away.

Seeing the stunned woman, Daxton Lancaster was moved and spoke again.

"Come here, let’s shower together."

Violet suddenly snapped out of it, hurriedly lowered her eyes, her hands twisting nervously together, speaking incoherently.

"Daxton... I... I... You wash first, I’ll wash later..."

Seeing her trying to escape, Daxton Lancaster ordered sternly.

"Come here, together!"

Violet... halted her movement to open the door, instinctively turning to look at Daxton Lancaster.

The man looked sternly at her, expressionless. Hesitating for a moment, Violet still conceded.

Releasing the door handle, she lifted her fingers, unbuttoning one by one.

Even though the person was her husband, the reserved woman was still somewhat shy. Finally, Violet, wearing a tank top and shorts, walked over, stepped into the tub, intending to sit opposite Daxton Lancaster, but was pulled over by him.

"Ah..." she exclaimed in surprise, sitting on Daxton Lancaster’s lap, unable to struggle, her waist was already closely held by him.

Warm lips pressed on her nape, a murmuring whisper sounded in her ear.

"Why so shy, we’re husband and wife."

Her waist was encircled by the man’s hand, her back pressed against his solid chest, Violet felt besieged from both sides.

Wanting to move, her body refused to obey her mind. Although they had physical contact twice, it was nighttime then, and now... the sky outside hadn’t completely darkened.

"Violet, do you like children?" Warm breath wandered over her nape, tickling, somewhat unfamiliar but enjoyable.

Violet tilted her head and murmured an "Mm," her neck moving left and right in tandem with his kisses.

"Mom wants a grandson."

Some things seem innate to men, slender fingers slipped under her tank top, rubbing with a force neither too light nor too heavy, sending tingling currents, a murmur escaped Violet’s breath.

With the contact, Daxton Lancaster again sensed his subtle change, worried he might retreat as he did yesterday, he stripped Violet’s lower garments and lifted her up.

The feeling was indescribable, of course, this was only Daxton Lancaster’s thought.

As for Violet, she felt a foreign object lingering at the entrance, and as he moved forcefully twice, that lingering disappeared.

"Daxton?" Violet turned her head, looking incredulously at Daxton Lancaster.

Daxton Lancaster’s expression was terribly unpleasant, his face looked iron-blue after careful scrutiny.

He believed he could do it, clearly had entered, but within seconds...

A few seconds passed, and again...