Wooing my Bodyguard Wife

Chapter 235 Innuendough

Xue Ning swallowed, her mouth dry with want. Her body shivered, ironically due to the warmth provided by his larger, more imposing figure caging her own against the counter. If she leaned back, she could feel his half-hard cock against her ass.

She had nowhere to escape to, but then again, she didn't want to escape.

"Teach me then, sir" she laughed into his ear, her words half-meant as a joke. She had added a 'sir' on impulse at the end of her words. Jingwei was technically a teacher now - but then, the air surrounding them suddenly turned warmer. Sultrier. Heavier.

Xue Ning swallowed as Jingwei stared at her with dark eyes dilated with newly reignited lust. Her words clearly awakened something in him! He stepped even closer to her - now there was no space between their bodies, and that half-hard cock was feeling a lot harder than it was a moment ago.

"Oh? I'll teach you alright," he murmured in return, brushing his lips across the sensitive shell of her ear. She let out a gasp, lips parting as she expected Jingwei to lean in and kiss her, only to be disappointed when Jingwei didn't.

Instead, he reached for her hands, getting flour all over them as he brought them over the lump of dough that sat innocently on the table. Jingwei had mixed all the ingredients Xue Ning provided in the mixing bowl, flexing those ridiculous arm muscles of his as he stirred the contents until they formed a dough he was satisfied with.

Sun Jingwei should have just been a baker! He wouldn't have needed his money to attract women then; all he needed to do was roll up his sleeves and start stirring, and that would be enough.

(On second thought, maybe it was best that he wasn't a baker. She didn't want the extra competition!)

Xue Ning had just watched the movement of his arm muscles, as though she was hypnotised. Heat had already started blooming within her then as though she was in an oven that's slowly heating up.

Now, feeling his hands on her own, all she wanted was to have them on other parts of her body!

But then her family needed to eat.

"Xue Ning, pay attention," Jingwei scolded playfully, as he nipped at her ear, causing her to jolt in his arms. He knew that his adorable wife was most likely thinking about something perverted. She thought she had a poker face, but now that he knew her well enough, her moods were easy to read!

He was especially becoming increasingly good at deciphering her 'I'm horny but I'm not going to say anything because of some reason or another' look. One day, Jingwei would make sure she would initiate it, but for now, he was content with teasing her, teaching her.

"You didn't say anything!" Xue Ning protested. Just because she wanted to climb him like a tree didn't mean he was going to let him slander her like this. "What am I supposed to learn huh? What kind of teacher are you?"

"One that's going to teach you how to make good dough," Jingwei said, and he nipped at the sensitive skin at her neck, causing her to jolt again. He laughed as Xue Ning turned to glare at him with her face redder than a tomato. So cute. He wanted to spread her out on the kitchen counter to devour, but then her parents would murder him and he wouldn't be able to marry Xue Ning as a ghost.

"Still not seeing any teaching," Xue Ning snarked. "I want a refund. I'm going to write a complaint letter."

"Forgive me, my dear student," Jingwei said dramatically, clutching her hands. "Now, let me begin, firstly because I've already turned out the dough, so what we're going to do is we're going to fold in the remaining flour."

p "What?"

"You take some flour and sprinkle it into the middle of your dough. And then you fold it." He illustrated, still holding her hands as he demonstrated.

"That doesn't sound hard," Xue Ning said as he continued to hold her hands. What was hard was Jingwei's cock still poking her butt. "In fact, this is so simple."

It was easy enough that Xue Ning didn't need hand-held guidance, but both of them didn't want to let go, so they didn't.

"What do we do next?"

"Then we take the dough, and form it into a ball," Jingwei guided Xue Ning's hands to turn the misshapen dough into a sphere. "And then -"

"And then we punch the shit out of it," Xue Ning said. "I know this part."

Jingwei chuckled warmly against her ear, and that sent delicious vibrations rumbling through his chest that she could feel against her back.

"My wife is very good at punching, but you should save it for the assholes." Jingwei said, pressing a quick kiss to her cheek. "I'm gonna teach you a new skill! You actually have to use the heel of your hand -" Jingwei then used this chance to run his fingers over the heel of Xue Ning's hand to show her,"This part here… to push like you're rolling it forward."

Despite all his words, he made no move to let go of her hand so she could try it for herself. Instead, they both just remained in their original positions, staring at each other. Xue Ning wet her lips, and Jingwei's eyes narrowed on that sweet pink tongue.

"Aren't you going to show me?" Xue Ning asked in a whisper.

"Of course," Jingwei said, and he covered her hand with his much bigger one, purposely guiding her to press on the dough while keeping his eyes on her. His masculine scent enveloped her along with his body heat, and it took all her willpower to remain upright and not wrap her thighs around his hips.

They weren't just talking about dough now.

"Just do it like this." Jingwei instructed softly, his eyes hot with want as he gazed at her.

"I see," Xue Ning murmured as she gazed back down at their hands resting together, feeling more heat crawl up her face. He was still guiding her as they moved the dough forward and back, forward and back.