Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband Chapter 1631: Are You Up to It?

Morgan Ashworth, pinned beneath her, raised an eyebrow sharply, staring steadily at the woman on top of him, "What do you want to do?"

Willow Crawford reached out and played with her tea-colored curls, her little face with red lips and white teeth exuding a charming allure, "Morgan Ashworth, why should you get to sleep with me? Tonight, I’m the one sleeping with you!"

Morgan Ashworth curved his thin lips, sweeping away the gloom and displeasure of recent days, "Princess Willow, what do you take me for? Now, you think you can have me whenever you want?"

He was no longer that elegant young Miles Linden of years past; he had reached the pinnacle of power and become the esteemed president.

After saying this, Morgan Ashworth flipped over, pressing her beneath him again, and bent down to fiercely seal her red lips.

Willow Crawford wrapped her small hands around his neck, responding passionately and boldly. She would not concede defeat.

As their lips and tongues intertwined, she wrapped her tongue around his, making Morgan Ashworth’s waist tingle, feeling as if his soul was about to be drawn out by her.

At this moment, Willow Crawford flipped over again, pressing him beneath her with force, her kisses falling on his throat as she began to kiss him.

Morgan Ashworth’s throat bobbed intensely. This little enchantress hadn’t been seen in three years, and her skills had genuinely increased; he almost couldn’t withstand it.

Morgan Ashworth flipped over again, pressing her down.

The two of them rolled from the head of the bed to the foot, turning the sheets into a crumpled mess; then, unintentionally, they rolled right off the bed.

Ah.

As her body went weightless, Willow Crawford screamed in fright, feeling like she was about to crash heavily onto the carpet.

At that moment, Morgan Ashworth reached out, cupping the back of her head, tightly pressing her into his embrace before rolling over. He landed heavily on the ground, becoming a human cushion for Willow Crawford.

Willow Crawford felt no pain at all, but instead heard a muffled groan from the man. As she looked up, she saw she was lying on him, protected entirely by him with not a hint of discomfort.

"Morgan Ashworth, are you okay? Did you get hurt?" Willow Crawford asked nervously.

Holding her, Morgan Ashworth closed his eyes briefly, "What do you think? Willow, I think someday I’ll end up dying on you."

Willow Crawford’s face turned red. If others knew they rolled off the bed, how embarrassing would that be?

Willow Crawford sat up straight, "President Ashworth, since you’re injured from the fall, you must be uncomfortable moving. Tonight, let me take care of you then."

Morgan Ashworth’s large hand pinched her slender waist, his handsome eyes filled with amusement, "Are you up for it?"

...

Willow Crawford woke up the next morning, and when she opened her eyes, the dawn light was already filtering through the curtains onto the big bed; the sun was high in the sky.

Willow Crawford quickly wanted to get up, but then she realized she was being held in someone’s arms—it was Morgan Ashworth.

Morgan Ashworth hadn’t gotten up either, still asleep, holding her.

Last night, they had been wild for a long time and went to bed very late.

Willow Crawford looked at Morgan Ashworth’s handsome face; even at this close distance, he was flawlessly perfect. She couldn’t help but reach out her finger to trace his face.

But then Morgan Ashworth reached out, grabbed her small hand, and suddenly opened his eyes, "Willow, didn’t get enough last night?"

Willow Crawford’s stunning face turned crimson, "What nonsense are you spouting? Who... who didn’t get enough?"

Morgan Ashworth smirked, "Princess Willow, it seems I served you very well last night. Look at your level of satisfaction."

"..."

With both direct and indirect words twisted by him, Willow Crawford felt like she’d walked into a trap. Suddenly, she remembered a very important issue, "You didn’t use any protection last night, did you..."