The Heart System Chapter 570

I draped an arm over her shoulders, drawing her closer. She shifted easily, molding against me, her hand resting lightly on my chest. The unexpected warmth offered more comfort than I'd anticipated.

For a brief period, silence fell between us.

My thoughts strayed again, this time encompassing more than just Jack. Nala's presence surfaced in my mind, unbidden yet impossible to dismiss. The distance between us, the palpable tension... it lingered, weighing heavily. And I knew it wasn't only me sensing it; the others felt it too, particularly Minne. Though she spoke little, her unease was evident in her subtle expressions and her quieter movements around the house.

I couldn't fault her reaction.

Closing my eyes, I inhaled deeply, holding the breath before exhaling slowly. Tomorrow. The outcome rested entirely on what happened tomorrow. If we could catch Jack in the act, obtain irrefutable evidence, perhaps then I could finally resolve that persistent issue. Following that, my full attention could be directed towards Brok, a situation that was rapidly escalating into its own complex problem.

One step at a time.

"Good night, Jas," I whispered.

She leaned in, bestowing a gentle kiss upon my cheek. "Goodnight, Evy."

I tightened my arm around her momentarily, allowing myself to sink into the mattress, hoping for the elusive embrace of sleep this time.

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Another dream unfolded... or perhaps it was something more profound? It lacked the ephemeral quality of a typical dream, instead feeling like a distant, hazy recollection of a past event.

I found myself seated within a vehicle, awaiting an unseen individual. The exterior world was an abyss of pure blackness. My gaze isolated a solitary, forlorn bus stop beneath the oppressive dark. Nothing else was visible.

Then, I awoke.

"...Didn't, right?" Jasmine's voice emanated from her phone, her words directed at the unseen recipient.

She had just emerged from her shower, droplets of water still glistening on her beautiful dark skin, catching the morning light. Her damp hair clung to her shoulders and back, with stray strands adhering to her full breasts. Unclothed, she moved through the room with an innate, confident grace that consistently captured my attention.

The phone rested on the table, its speaker activated.

Noticing I was awake, Jasmine offered a warm smile and a small wave. Even post-shower, she exuded an irresistible allure.

Still completely nude, she settled onto the edge of the bed, picking up a comb to work through her wet hair.

I positioned myself behind her, sitting on the bed so her body was cradled between my spread legs. Her back rested lightly against my chest as I gently retrieved the comb and continued smoothing her damp locks.

"No," a voice responded from the phone, sounding distinctly like Emma. "She hasn't sent it yet."

"Good to hear, Emma," Jasmine replied softly, clearly relishing the sensation of my fingers in her hair. "I apologize for contacting you so early."

"It's fine," Emma assured her. "I'll inform you immediately if anything changes."

With one hand, I continued to gently comb through Jasmine's silky hair, while my other arm encircled her waist, cupping one of her full, soft breasts. I applied gentle pressure, feeling its weight in my palm, before leaning forward and tracing a slow path with my tongue over her nipple.

A soft sigh of pleasure escaped Jasmine, her back arching subtly into my caress.

"T-thank you... again... Emma."

"No problem," Emma continued. "I'll let you know if anything comes up. I don't believe Nala is aware I'm speaking with you."

"That's good," Jasmine breathed, her voice taking on a huskier tone as she watched me gently caress and suckle her nipple.

"Mmm. I need to go now," Emma stated. "Goodbye, Jas."

"Y-yes... goodbye, Emma," Jasmine responded, her voice betraying a slight tremor.

The call concluded.

I offered her nipple one final, slow lick before withdrawing, resuming the gentle combing of her hair, the air between us thick with warmth and intimacy.

"Nala didn't send her nudes to Jack, then?" I inquired softly, my fingers weaving through her damp strands.

"I don't believe she will, honestly," Jasmine offered, a slight shrug betraying her words. "I mean... I certainly hope she won't."

Jasmine sensed my rising arousal pressing against her back through my shorts. She paused briefly, then emitted a soft, knowing chuckle.

"I just had a shower, Evan," she stated, amusement evident in her tone. "There's no way I'm getting dirty again. I have to head to work soon."

"Aw..." I groaned, a pang of disappointment.

She exhaled, then gently took the comb from my hand and stood. Without another word, she leaned down, hooked her fingers into the waistband of my shorts and boxers, and pulled them down in a fluid motion. My erection sprang forth, already hard and throbbing.

Jasmine gazed down at it with a playful grin. She opened her mouth, allowing a thick stream of saliva to trail slowly from her lips, landing directly on the head of my cock. The warm moisture slicked down my shaft as she gracefully dropped to her knees between my legs.

"Your morning wood will need to be satisfied with this for now," she playfully quipped, her delicate hand encircling my hardness.

"It will be more than enough," I responded, my voice already thick with burgeoning desire.

Jasmine began with a slow, deliberate rhythm, her hand caressing me from base to tip. Her grip was exquisite – firm yet smooth, with a slight twist at the apex of each stroke. The sensation of her warm saliva combined with her expert touch was utterly intoxicating.

"Damn, Jasmine... this feels absolutely incredible," I moaned out.

She glanced up, her dark, captivating eyes meeting mine, while her hand continued its steady ministrations. "You enjoy my hand that much?"

"I adore it," I confessed, my own hand reaching down to cradle one of her full breasts. I gently squeezed the soft, heavy flesh, teasing her nipple between my fingers as she expertly continued her work. "Your breasts look so enticing when they’re still slightly damp like this."

A smile graced Jasmine's lips as she increased her pace, her hand now gliding more swiftly along my slick shaft. I attended to both of her breasts, caressing and kneading them as she brought me closer to the edge. Her dark nipples hardened beneath my touch, and each light pinch elicited a soft, breathy sound from her.

She leaned in closer, a strand of her damp hair falling over her shoulder. Now, both of her hands worked on me, one tenderly swirling around the head while the other expertly pumped the base, finding a perfect, exhilarating rhythm.

"Look at you," I murmured, my voice a low rumble. "On your knees, pleasuring me right after your shower. You're such a good girl."

Jasmine bit her lower lip, clearly reveling in the commendation. "Only because you were so hard when you woke up... I couldn't just leave you be."