Page 47 of Sixty Meters Under

Ayame buried her face in his shoulder and kissed the side of his neck. “I know,” she said in between kisses. “But I miss touching you.”

Ryosuke wasn’t sure why he pictured the red-haired woman from two days ago and her erotic literature. And how she shamelessly flirted with him. Was it because of the similarity of her hair color with Ayame’s? He wasn’t sure.Was it because of the same vibe?Ryosuke wondered to himself.No, they are completely different.

Ayame licked the side of his neck and sneaked her right hand under his pajama top and caressed his skin. “I love you,” she whispered into his ear.

Ryosuke swallowed hard. “I love you too,” he said, but as soon as the words rolled off his tongue, he felt a pang of guilt. After a couple of years together, any romantic impulse towards his fiancé didn’t grow on demand.

Ayame touched his chin and turned his face towards her, pressing their lips together.

I know! They are both persistent. In getting what they want.

Ryosuke had no other option but to return her kisses. When he closed his eyes, another face popped inside his mind. It was the guy he saw on the very first day when they came to the bunker.

Lennart.

Ryosuke could see the man’s magnetic stare behind his closed lids.

Ayame palmed his manhood and Ryosuke gasped in surprise, realizing he became hard in an instant. Or was he stiff even before that? He couldn’t tell.

Ayame let out a satisfied moan, pulled his hardness out of his briefs and moved her hand up and down. “Mm, why didn’t you tell me earlier you’re in the mood?” She was still kissing his lips and Ryosuke let her tongue slid deeper into his mouth with a groan. He had his eyes closed the whole time, while his heart hammered. He tried not to think about that man in such an inappropriate moment, but the desire was stronger. He wondered where he was now, and what his job was in the bunker.

I want to see him again. I need to see him!At that point it was an urge.

Although hesitant at first, Ryosuke allowed himself to imagine that Lennart was there with him instead of Ayame. Arousalreplaced rational thought. He groaned and bucked his hips when he felt her wet mouth touch his sensitive head.

Ayame paused and looked at him with an innocent look. “Are you okay? Should I continue?”

Ryosuke opened his eyes only to be brought back to reality. Disappointment washed over him, but he answered, “Yeah.” He closed his eyes again and let his head fall back on the wooden headboard with a soft thud.

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The kitchen was busy that morning. Different smells permeated the hallway and when Anna entered the kitchen, she saw cooks diligently going about their assigned task.

In the middle of the kitchen stood a large worktable. All around it, staff mingled skillfully to avoid bumping into each other. More working space was laid under the kitchen counters where all ingredients were sorted.

Anna came to see the progress of the birthday cake. They had six people in the kitchen taking care of all the details. The celebration was supposed to be modest; Gunnar didn’t want a fancy party, but he agreed on snacks and a cake.

“Good morning,” Anna greeted everyone with a smile.

“Good morning, Anna,” cooks greeted back, looking at her briefly before focusing back on their tasks at hand.

“How’s it going?” Anna walked closer and looked around.

Belinda, the head cook replied, “Perfect. Everything’s under control.”

“Excellent,” Anna said and walked around the table. Chocolate muffins were freshly baked, and the cake was still at its early stages, but they still had plenty of time to finish everything. Anna took a chocolate muffin to try it, still warm from the oven. When the ingredients dispersed across her taste buds, she said, “Mm, this is really delicious.”

“I’m glad to hear that,” Belinda said, pleased.

“Good job, girls.” Anna turned to two young ladies who were bending over and decorating the muffins.

When she finished her cycle around the table, she stated, “Okay. I’m leaving. I’ll come back later to check on the progress.”

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As Lennart approached the kitchen entrance, he saw his mother leaving.

“Good morning,” she greeted him as they approached each other.