Invisible to My First Love by Lypstical Novel

BLUEPRINT 123 Summary Maddox wanted to show Harper a few more places, but she was too unsteady to continue, so he arranged for a chauffeur to take them back to his suite for privacy. Throughout the evening, Harper had been whispering suggestive things, and once in the car, their passion intensified. Maddox kissed her neck and felt her respond eagerly, but just as their intimacy was about to escalate, Harper suddenly stopped and rested her head on his shoulder, exhausted from drinking.

During the ride, Harper expressed gratitude for the incredible night, and Maddox hinted at more adventures ahead. When they arrived at the hotel, Maddox helped the unsteady Harper inside, noticing security watching them but ignoring it. In the suite, Harper collapsed on the bed, clearly feeling the effects of her drinking, and Maddox began to kiss her leg. Harper then took control, asking Maddox to watch her as she seductively tried to undress, though her drunkenness made the task difficult and led to her falling off the bed. Despite the mishap, Maddox was concerned but relieved she was okay.

Harper brushed off the idea of seeing a doctor, and Maddox covered her with a blanket, encouraging her to sleep. They settled together quietly, with Maddox realizing their connection had grown beyond physical desire. He reflected on his anger toward Grayson, who had manipulated feelings involving Harper and his sister Tiffany, and decided to take action by sending a text to make Grayson regret his actions. Continue Regular Chapter Reading Below Chapter 123 Maddox There were still a handful of places I wanted to show Harper, but she was barely able to keep her balance.

It was clear I needed to get her back to my suite as soon as possible. I arranged for a chauffeur to pick us up, wanting the privacy of the backseat just for the two of us. Since she'd started getting tipsy, she had whispered countless dirty things in my ear, even in public. I fought hard to keep myself composed, though every fiber of me ached to slide her panties aside multiple times throughout the evening. Once we were in the backseat, I thought I could hold back a little longer, but that resolve quickly crumbled. The moment I started kissing her neck, I sensed she felt the same way.

She straddled me, cupping my face in her hands and pressing her lips fiercely to mine. One hand wound around my neck while the other massaged my hardness through my pants. I groaned at the sensation, lifting her dress to her waist and squeezing her soft curves. I desperately wanted to feel her bare skin beneath my hands. Her impatience grew; she moaned more loudly against my lips while continuing to stroke me through the fabric. It was clear she longed to touch me directly-and who was I to deny her?

Just as I unbuckled my belt and she slipped her hand inside, she suddenly stopped, resting her head on my shoulder. "Fuck," she murmured lazily. Though I was disappointed she stopped, I wasn't surprised. She'd had too much to drink, and this was inevitable. I just wished I had more time to feel her hands on me. For the rest of the ride to the suite, she kept her head resting against my shoulder, her fingertips still inside my pants but not quite reaching me. I refrained from squeezing her ass, wanting to give her some space to rest. I pulled her dress down to cover her as much as possible.

"Thanks," she whispered softly in my ear. "For what?" I asked, trying to steady my heavy breathing. "For everything. Tonight was incredible, and it's all because of you." I smirked. "There's more to come." "Really?" I was about to tell her about the countries I wanted to take her to when she suddenly wrapped both arms around my neck. Even as I wondered what she was up to, I continued talking. Then, she pressed a gentle kiss to my cheek, a simple act that left me speechless, my mouth hanging open in surprise.

Feeling her lips there sparked a warm glow deep in my chest-something I treasured far more than the rush I'd felt moments before from her hand in my pants. "Just give me a second, okay?" Her nose brushed against the side of my neck as she settled in closer. Chapter 198 "For what?" "For everything I'm about to do to you," she said with a burst of laughter, as if it was the funniest thing in the world. When we finally arrived at the hotel, I struggled to get her out of the car because she couldn't stand on her own. I had to hold her as we climbed the stairs.

Security stood near the entrance, and just as we approached, she kissed the side of my neck. I froze for a moment, my mind struggling to process the warmth flooding my heart. I couldn't find the words to respond, but she didn't seem to care, her eyes closed in contentment. When I looked up, I saw security watching us, trying to pretend they hadn't noticed. I wasn't about to show them how much that kiss had affected me, so I cleared my throat and kept moving. We finally reached the suite on the top floor. I gently placed her on the edge of the bed and crouched down to remove her heels.

Though she'd been sitting upright, before I could finish, she collapsed onto the bed with a groan. Looking at her scrunched-up face, I knew she was going to wake up with a brutal hangover. Setting her heels aside, I took hold of one ankle and started kissing my way up her leg toward her thigh. Suddenly, she sat up, grabbed my collar, and pulled me close. "I want you to watch me," she said, her voice dripping with a seductive drunkenness that made my cock twitch. She'd been talking dirty to me for hours, and now the moment had finally come to see it all.

Before I could even rise from the floor, she licked the center of my face with a sultry moan that made me want to bend her over right then and there, to hear those moans grow louder as she whispered my name. But I held back, curious to see what she had planned. When she released me, I stood and climbed onto the bed, leaning my back against the headboard. She sat at the edge for a few seconds, then asked, "Are you ready?" "Absolutely," I replied, biting my bottom lip in anticipation. She giggled as she reached for the zipper at the back of her dress. "Nope," she muttered with a grunt.

"Not like that." Dropping her hands, she got off the bed and turned to face me. I was immediately concerned-she was unsteady on her feet, clearly too drunk. Even without her heels, I didn't want to take any chances. "Are you sure you're okay?" I asked, my eyes scanning her figure with a mix of desire and worry. "Yup," she nodded, eyes closed. She swayed her hips slightly, and I knew she was teasing me, deliberately taking her time to strip. The excitement coursing through me made me want to pull her close before she could finish, but I resisted.

She managed to pull the zipper down to her waist, but struggled when sliding the dress down past her ankles. She nearly toppled forward onto the bed's edge, and I panicked, leaning in to steady her. Thankfully, she regained her balance, and I sighed in relief. I leaned back, realizing just how determined she was to do this for me. Once she finally stepped out of her dress, I could see the sexy lingerie set she wore underneath. She looked stunning. Still in her lingerie, she climbed onto the bed but kept a little distance between us, staying near the edge to maintain some balance.

I knew she was teasing me by taking her time, which only made my cock harder. With her eyes closed, she placed her thumbs on her hips and slid them into the sides of her underwear. Just as she was trying to pull them off, she arched her back near the edge of the bed-and instantly fell off. "Ahh!" she groaned after hitting the floor. I panicked, quickly jumping off the bed to check on her. "Hey," I crouched beside her as she rubbed the back of her head. "Who put this floor here?" she hissed, annoyed. I grinned at her question.

"Come here." I scooped her into my arms and laid her back on the bed. She groaned softly as the back of her head hit a hard pillow, and I felt a flicker of concern. "We should get you checked by a doctor," I suggested. She chuckled dismissively. "I'll be fine." My heart was still racing-not from desire, but relief that it wasn't worse. With that in mind, I covered her with the blanket, prepared for bed, turned off the lights, and joined her. I wrapped my arm around her waist, feeling her soft curves press against me. I wanted her desperately, but after her drunken fall, I knew it had to wait.

"You really need to get some sleep," I said gently, trying to quell my desires. "You're not mad at me?" Her voice sounded even lazier now, as if she was already drifting off. "Nope. We have all the time in the world." She didn't respond; she was already asleep. That night, we didn't tear each other's clothes off for wild passion. Holding her close, feeling the warmth of her body, I realized I preferred things just as they were in that moment. If I wanted to erase Grayson from my mind one day, I had to approach things differently. Harper and I were beyond just physical desire now.

The way Grayson had crossed my thoughts infuriated me. Not only had he used Anna to get Harper's attention, but he'd also known his feelings for her all along, playing games with hers. He'd confessed he loved her, which didn't surprise me-after all, I'd sensed something between them weeks after her return to San Francisco. What I hadn't known was that he'd always had feelings for her but chose my sister instead. If I cared about Tiffany, I might have told her what was going on, but honestly, she was even worse than him. There were so many ways I wanted to make Grayson pay.

When I finally decided on one, I grabbed my phone from the bedside table and sent him a text that would make him regret everything he'd done to Harper. Conclusion In this chapter, the intensity between Maddox and Harper deepens, revealing a complex blend of desire, tenderness, and vulnerability. Despite the physical tension and their mutual longing, the moment settles into a quiet intimacy that speaks volumes about their connection beyond mere passion.

Maddox's protective instincts and Harper's playful yet weary demeanor create a poignant balance, underscoring the emotional layers that bind them. Their shared vulnerability in the suite, especially after Harper's fall, highlights a growing trust and a shift towards something more profound and meaningful. At the same time, Maddox's simmering anger towards Grayson adds a sharp edge to the narrative, reminding us of the tangled webs of love and betrayal that complicate their lives.

Maddox's simmering desire for retribution hints at a brewing confrontation that could upend the fragile peace between the characters. Meanwhile, Harper's vulnerability and Maddox's protective instincts suggest their relationship will face new tests, balancing passion with the need for care and trust. Expect the tension to rise as Maddox's carefully controlled world begins to crack under the weight of jealousy and unresolved feelings. The emotional stakes will heighten, drawing readers into a complex web of loyalty, betrayal, and the quest for justice.

How Maddox chooses to act on his anger, and how Harper responds to the fallout, will keep you on edge, eager to see how far they're willing to go to protect each other and confront their pasts. Sara Lili Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland's breathtaking cold.