Chloe Clay dressed simply today.

A white dress paired with a woolen coat.

She wore flesh-colored stockings on her legs.

The car didn't head to a restaurant or hotel, instead, it went directly to the gym's parking lot.

"Is it closed today?"

As soon as Dirk Carter got out of the car, he saw the entire building was dark.

Chloe Clay smiled warmly.

She said, "Today is the gym's day of rebirth, so it's open just for you."

After saying that.

Guided by Chloe Clay.

The two entered the elevator.

They went straight up to the gym's rooftop and stopped.

In the middle of the rooftop, there was a dining table.

The dining table was surrounded by colorful lights, and the area was filled with bouquets, looking quite romantic.

"Please, have a seat."

Chloe Clay proactively pulled out a chair for Dirk Carter.

After he sat down, Chloe Clay poured him a glass of pre-awakened red wine.

This was a western-style dinner.

A very romantic western-style dinner.

Apart from the staff serving the dishes at the beginning.

The rest of the time, it was just the two of them alone.

During the meal, Chloe Clay informed Dirk Carter that she had divorced her husband, Spencer Yardley.

Hearing this outcome, Dirk Carter wasn't surprised.

After all, a husband like that was of no use.

They chatted idly for a while longer.

Dirk Carter burped and said, "Alright, thank you for the hospitality, I'm full."

Chloe Clay smiled slightly and said, "Now that you're full, how about doing some exercise?"

"How to exercise?"

Dirk Carter asked.

Chloe Clay replied, "I'm a yoga coach, let me perform yoga for you?"

Yoga performance?

Dirk Carter hadn't witnessed it before.

He immediately grew interested and said, "Sure, I'll enjoy it."

Chloe Clay grasped Dirk Carter's hand and led him over to the yoga mat.

Once he sat down, with a seductive look she said, "I'm about to start."

She positioned herself on a yoga mat, facing Dirk Carter, and with a flick of her finger at her collar, the coat she was wearing fell to the floor.

She didn't stop there.

After shedding the coat.

She unzipped her dress.

Only when the dress slid to the floor did Dirk Carter realize that she wasn't wearing anything underneath.

Her firm breasts swaying slightly.

The neatly groomed "forest."

And her perfect yoga-toned physique.

Each sight was enough to stir Dirk Carter.

"You… you are going to perform naked?"

Dirk Carter swallowed and asked.

Chloe Clay smiled lightly and said, "Yoga was invented by Indians, the 'yu' in yoga means yoni, representing the female reproductive organ, and the 'ga' refers to linga, representing the male organ, when yoni and linga come together, that's yoga."

Dirk Carter was startled.

He asked, "According to your logic, isn't yoga just a union of man and woman?"

Chloe Clay nodded and said, "Yoga was originally a skill exclusive to temple prostitutes in Indian temples, meant for monks to enjoy. Of course, those are legends, but truthfully, many women practice yoga to shape their bodies, so why not practice in the nude?"

Speaking of it, there is some sense to this.

After explaining.

Chloe Clay stretched both hands forward, then bent her upper body onto the yoga mat.

Her lower body raised high.

Dirk Carter almost had a nosebleed at the sight.

Peach-like buttocks, flanked by two lips, faced him, this wasn't a performance at all, this was pure seduction.

Next.

Chloe Clay slowly arched her body.

Forming a triangle shape.

In this stance, she lifted her right leg high, eventually both legs formed a straight line.

In this pose.

The two lips slightly parted, as if calling out to Dirk Carter.

Oh my.

Who can withstand such temptation?

Seeing Dirk Carter already blushing and flustered.

Chloe Clay stood up silently, then pulled Dirk Carter's hand, making him stand as well.

Sleek fingers crawled up Dirk Carter's collar.

Button after button, under the movement of her fingers, they slipped off their constraints.

In a flash.

Dirk Carter was stripped bare.

The two stood on the open rooftop like this.

Chloe Clay cuddled Dirk Carter's neck, whispering sensually in his ear, "If you can last twenty minutes, I'll admit defeat."

A challenge?

A joke?

Dirk Carter, knowing all the prior performances were teasing, couldn't help himself now.

He embraced Chloe Clay, laying her down on the yoga mat.

No wonder yoga is a specialized skill.

Chloe Clay's ability to split further than most women.

Dirk Carter, consumed by desire, couldn't contain himself anymore.

Thrusting forward, he entered her swiftly.

Once their bodies fully entwined.

Dirk Carter understood why Chloe Clay dared to "underestimate" him.

Because such a woman is overly seductive, the positions she could unlock were beyond the abilities of regular women.

Twenty minutes.

Exactly twenty minutes.

No more, no less.

As he felt a tingling in his waist.

With his essence fully unleashed, Dirk Carter experienced the "harshness of reality," the woman beneath him was truly exceptional, likely no strong man could withstand her.

Though the time wasn't long.

Dirk Carter still felt the sensation of stepping into heaven once more.

Even at home afterward, reflecting on it brought a delightful aftertaste.

Just as he turned over to sleep.

The doorbell suddenly rang.

Dirk Carter instinctively checked the watch, it was after ten at night, who could be coming at this hour?

Just opening the door.

A figure jumped out from the side, uttering "Hey" as if to scare Dirk Carter.

"Why are you here?"

The person before him, none other than Eleanor Lewis.

Eleanor Lewis glanced back.

Directly looped her arms around Dirk Carter's neck, saying, "Hurry up, let's have a kiss."

A kiss?

Before Dirk Carter could react, Eleanor Lewis lunged forward, wrapping her arms around his neck, her passionate lips pressed against his.

Eleanor Lewis, like a "Vampire," continuously stirring and claiming within Dirk Carter's mouth.

Before he could process it.

Only to hear a ding from the elevator.

Eleanor Lewis, as if jolted by electricity, quickly released and said, "My dad's here."

Your dad's here?

Is Secretary Lewis here?

Dirk Carter was momentarily stunned, then heard Eleanor Lewis' father Donal Lewis' voice coming from the open elevator door: "Eleanor, why rush ahead, can't you wait for me?"

Indeed, at the elevator entrance, Donal Lewis, hands behind his back, walked in.

At this point, both stood casually at the door, completely concealing the fact that seconds ago they were passionately kissing.

"Director, why are you here so late?"

Dirk Carter asked somewhat nervously.

Donal Lewis chuckled, pointing at Eleanor Lewis, and said, "Isn't it because of her? I just finished my engagements and returned home, and she started acting up, saying she hasn't played chess with you in a while, insisted on coming over for a match. I also had some business with you, so we came over. Did we disturb your sleep?"

"No, no, please come in, please come in."

Dirk Carter quickly replied.

"Our Eleanor, really, always losing at chess yet keeps shouting to play at this late hour. Is she that addicted?"

Entering, Donal Lewis mumbled as they came in.

Eleanor Lewis secretly exchanged a knowing glance with Dirk Carter, only the two of them knew what "playing chess" meant.

Well, addiction indeed.

Women who have been intimate with Dirk Carter, who wouldn't be addicted?

"Dad, Dirk Carter taught me how to play chess. The first time I played, he completely obliterated me, so I wasn't satisfied, always thinking of beating him."

Eleanor Lewis eyed Dirk Carter provocatively.

Dirk Carter internally swore at this "little ancestor."

If one day Donal Lewis found out the true meaning behind their "chess games."

He'd probably cut him to pieces.

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