Forced Relocation of Conglomerate Girls
Chapter 42: Unable Again

Two days after the hospital, Robbin packed Clay's clothes into a suitcase. The woman's heart immediately shrieked at the stifling sight. Her husband's words were no joke.

Clay looked down deeply, his round eyes peeking at his red-painted toenails, he scolded softly, "Sir Robbin?"

"Heemm" said Robbin, his head turned a glance then continued the activity that paused two seconds.

"Can't my return be delayed by a few days?"

"It's scheduled, My Angel." Robbin stopped, then sat down at the end of the bed. Staring fixedly at the beautiful woman who was standing in the doorway.

Disappointment surrounded Clay's face at this moment, clearly the look in his eyes seemed cloudy. The water that pools in the eye is ready to fall at any time. "I feel heartless!"

"Indeed."

Clay was attacking, rolling his eyes puffed up. When did Robbin understand that he didn't want to go far? Her legs jerked as she approached her husband, lip-splitting. Her tears were wiped away quickly before it actually fell.

"I. No. gabe. Would. Move on. From from. Here!" clay said full of suppressors in each word and then folded his hands in front of the stomach.

"It's not hard to carry you to the airport." Once again his head turned and straightened his back, the corner of Robbin's lips rose upwards forming a wide smile until his row of white teeth were visible.

After that, Robbin turned around to close the suitcase and pulled it to the side of the bed. He sat down while leaning his proportional body backwards resting on both arms.

"Be a sweet obedient girl" said Robbin, winking.

"I'm claustrophobic, half my breath with you, then how can we be far apart for a time that Robbin can't determine?" sulking Clay.

Robbin almost toppled over when Clay suddenly sprinkled onto his lap. One of his wife's slender arms was draped over her shoulders, dipping her fingers into her hair.

And, Clay's other fingers removed the strands of Robbin's hair that covered the forehead, their eyes looking at each other for quite a while. Feel the tickling sensation when the fingers finally move slowly following the contours of the face.

"I've been tormented away from you, ever since I knew you." Clay's speech sounded like a mutter full of teasing.

Robbin's heart raced faster, his heart had turned into a pudding by this time. From such a close distance, he could smell Clay's intoxicating perfume. The surrounding air makes his body hot, with breath choked like this he is unable to meet the needs of the lungs.

Clay's bold moves seemed to challenge Robbin's self-sensitivity, he gently pushed his wife's left shoulder into bed. "Where can a lesson like this come from?"

Clay rounded his eyes, his cheeks met with feeling. "Insyria, even closing your eyes can."

"really?" Robbin chuckled, then wrapped his right arm around Clay's flat stomach and the other arm rested to maintain balance. So as not to overlay the body of the wife completely.

Unbeknownst to Robbin, his muscular and powerful body weakened Clay's entire body tissue. Gently, he moved his index finger raising the woman's chin so that he could look into the heart through the eyes. Then, his thumb rubbed the wife's ranum lips, inviting shakes in the restrained soul for so long.

"Claymira," whispered Robbin with a hoarse voice in his wife's ear, his lips tracing the temples to the cheeks. Without waiting for approval, bringing the two lips together, until fused into one, his sense of feeling urged to open.

The channeling of emotions is long, deep, and truly ... Robbin wondered, how often does Clay do this? He felt his wife tremble under his body. And, made him even more anxious and furious.

Robbin groans softly, each time this close Clay seems nervous and why it feels different when the woman approaches first. As if you are used to being close to a man, the adventure of love that need not be doubted about his sensual abilities.

However, when considering their closeness lately, Robbin realized Clay's awkwardness, like the first or not used to this intimate with a man.

"Oh, Robbin's brother."

Touching Robbin who was originally without demands was now heating up, Clay groaned when he mentioned his name, after patiently waiting for the small voice covered in pent-up desire to come out, he hugged the wife's slender hips completely. As the other hand moved slowly around his lower back, the other palm squeezed every strand of his wife's thick hair.

"I can't wait anymore" Robbin murmured before his lips crept deeper.

All of his senses tightened together, Clay's left arm curled up to hug his waist, while his right arm was on Robbin's flat shoulder. Mutually tighten the clench.

Clay was lulled by Robbin's touch, his round eyes about to shut to enjoy her husband's starving lips.

However, Robbin's moans managed to stop it. "Don't close your eyes, I want to see a fire raging there."

Robbin gave small bites, playing them very softly, he got even more excited as Clay's eyes sparkled. Devouring the two greedily, slowly pulled the circular arm. Looking around for buttons on his wife's shirt without any intention of letting go of his lips.

The fingers move slowly not because they are not excited, it is precisely this softness that is evidence of impatience to channel inner needs. Creating beautiful moments that will continue to stick in the mind until death separates.

Robbin starts from the very bottom, one button comes off, two, three ...

"Damn!" as Robbin said, hearing the alarm ring out loud. Reminds me that Clay's plane will fly in three hours. He rushed up, ignoring the agonizing pulse between his groin.

Clay is still gnawing so innocently. "Why?"

"Prepare, we're leaving now."

"Ah, don't want to," whined Clay on his stomach. The two legs hanging on the edge of the bed were stomped.

Robbin is frustrated, he should not be selfish. If this adrenaline-inducing activity is continued can be a business.

The decision this time is right, Clay is safer living in Jakarta with his family. "Come, we can be late later."

"No!!!" Because he was lying on his stomach Clay's screams sounded soft.

Robbin's head shook his head, then bit his lower lip. Anxious to see his wife's past behavior. Can't imagine how tormented he is away with Clay after today. He patted the back of his body under his wife's hip. "Wake up!"

Clay gave up and turned around, then sat down to tidy up the three glasses Robbin had released earlier. "Son Robbin just drove me to the airport?"

"Yes, I'm sorry."

"Bad, so mean!" grunting Clay, he got up from his seat then approached the large oval-shaped mirror two meters high. Observing his reflection drowned. There was a reddish tinge on both cheeks, he recalled Robbin's touch a moment ago. "I forgot to straighten my hair."

"Leave it like that" Robbin said as he approached Clay. Looping both arms around his hips, his chin rested on the tip of his wife's head. "I'd rather have your wave hair."

"It's like a lion" Clay grumbled.

Robbin took off one of his arms and combed Clay's hair with his fingers. "Who said? You're beautiful as you are" he said, bowing his head, inhaling the fragrance in the niche of his wife's neck.