Kiss Me if You Can Novel Completed - Chapter 60

With a dull thud, his vision flashed. Josh couldn’t even scream and stumbled backward. But that wasn’t the end. Chase immediately grabbed him by the collar and threw him onto the bed. As his body slumped and bounced, Chase climbed on top of him.

For a brief moment, Chase’s neatly composed face came into his fixed vision. His face, as beautiful as ever, yet completely devoid of expression. The next moment, Chase struck his face again.

He was violently hit in the face repeatedly. There was no time to wonder why he was being hit. Only the dull thud of slaps echoed continuously in his ears.

His body moved before he could even process the situation. Josh belatedly blocked the fist that came flying at him again with his hand. Then it was his turn to slap Chase’s cheek with his other hand. It was an instinctively predetermined sequence, and he did it.

No, he should have done it.

The moment he extended his fist, Chase’s face came into view. A pale face, showing no emotion whatsoever. Instantly, Josh opened his fist, grabbed Chase by the collar, and pulled him in without a word.

“…?”

Josh felt Chase flinch throughout his body. A metallic taste of blood filled his mouth from their intertwined lips. Even though his mouth was split, stinging and painful, Josh didn’t hesitate to stick out his tongue and conquer Chase’s mouth.

He bit his lips and rubbed his tongue, hastily pushing his breath in. Chase, belatedly flustered, tried to get up, but Josh quickly grabbed his head instead of his collar, failing to escape.

The kiss continued. Rough breaths and the sounds of their lips colliding and sucking on each other mingled one after another. Josh closed his eyes and wildly stirred inside Chase’s mouth.

Has he ever tasted such sweet saliva?

Despite countless kisses, this was the first time he’d experienced such an intoxicating kiss that made him lose his mind. He wanted to bite Chase’s tongue, lick his lips, and swallow all his saliva.

“…Ugh!”

With a suppressed groan, Chase pushed himself up. His hastily escaped lips were wet and glistening.

Josh stared blankly, mesmerized, at Chase’s flushed face. He felt his aroused lower body stiffen. The throbbing from his penis pounded wildly throughout his entire body.

He felt like he could do anything if he could just sleep with this man right now. Truly, genuinely.

Haa, haa. Haa, haa.

Their staggered breaths echoed in the trailer. Chase, whose shoulders heaved with his breathing and whose face was bright red, looked down at Josh and unconsciously covered his mouth with the back of his hand.

“…What are you doing?”

After a long moment, he finally managed to ask. Chase continued, unable to conceal his uncontrollably trembling voice.

“You, is this the time to kiss me?”

Josh suppressed the urge to pull him close and wildly entangle their bodies, answering between ragged breaths.

“How could I hit that face?”

“You hit me before.”

As if he had held onto it, Chase gritted his teeth and pointed out. Josh laughed. Josh suddenly grabbed him by the collar and pulled him closer, looking down at him as he paused.

“…!”

Their positions instantly reversed. Chase looked up at Josh, who was now looking down at him, with surprised eyes.

Their rough breaths continued, but both knew it was from anticipation. Josh slowly leaned down. Chase merely watched his approaching lips. He could have avoided it, but it seemed he didn’t. However, whether he couldn’t or wouldn’t didn’t matter. Chase closed his eyes before Josh, and then their lips met.

“Ah,” a sigh escaped. Their mingling saliva and blood made his tongue keep slipping. Josh then pushed his tongue, which had licked his lips, back into Chase’s mouth. As he tickled the roof of his mouth with the tip of his sharpened tongue, a groan escaped from deep within Chase’s throat. Josh’s hand stroked his neck, then moved to the still-fastened buttons of his shirt.

With a simple flick of his fingers, the shirt parted, revealing bare skin. Josh pulled his lips away, rubbing his tongue, while his hands continued to unbutton the shirt one by one, moving downwards.

Finally, pushing aside the wide-open shirt, Josh’s hand gripped Chase’s chest. For a moment, he dug his fingertips in painfully, then released the pressure and slowly stroked. Beneath his firm palm, small nipples hardened. An honest reaction made him smile. But when he lifted his head with a smile, Josh paused.

Chase was looking at him with a bright red face. His wide, bewildered eyes seemed at a loss. His urgent gasps continued spasmodically, as if they would stop at any moment. Moreover, the way he scratched and gripped the sheets, as if not knowing what to do with his hands, was so different from his usual image.

This promiscuous man, who regularly attended orgies, was showing such an innocent reaction after just a kiss and foreplay. Josh looked intently at Chase, finding it both fascinating and perplexing. He wanted to observe his reaction further.

Suppressing the urge to kiss him, he rolled his fingers, caressing Chase’s nipples. Immediately, Chase flinched as if startled, trembling faintly. He seemed flustered, as if he had never been caressed there before.

His excited, erect penis and violent trembling were undeniably honest, but his face, in contrast, clearly expressed that he couldn’t understand himself. His usually doll-like pale and expressionless face was now flushed red, looking up at Josh restlessly.

Suddenly, Josh wanted to torment him. He was secretly surprised by his own sadistic tendencies and leaned down. He saw Chase close his eyes, as if expecting a kiss. Instead of pressing their lips together, Josh tilted his head and bit his neck hard.

“Ah!”

Chase screamed for a moment. Josh then deeply sucked on the spot he had bitten. He deliberately made the loud, sucking friction sound even louder. As expected, Chase hesitated before trying to push Josh away.

His excitement was clear. He wanted it, more lewd acts.

Could he do what he couldn’t do then, now?

Josh suddenly thought. He wanted to pull down his pants and put Chase’s erect penis in his mouth. If he sucked harder now, if he tickled it with his tongue, this man would come. In his mouth, or on his face.

Would Chase be flustered then?

What if he cried in embarrassment?

At that moment, Josh’s lower body expanded to its limit. Haa, haa. Haa, haa. His breaths became even more intense than Chase’s, pouring out wildly. He couldn’t control his excitement.

His desire was so strong that it made him feel faint, but for now, he had to put it aside. Josh suppressed his ragged breaths and opened his mouth.

“Can I know why I was hit now?”

“…”

Chase opened his mouth. Josh waited, but he couldn’t bring himself to speak.

“You.”

The voice that barely escaped was so hoarse that Chase hastily cleared his throat. Josh patiently waited for his next words. Chase, finally composed, spoke with difficulty.

“You, don’t meet that woman.”

“That woman?”

He had no idea who he was talking about. How long had it been since he met a woman? As he counted the years in his head, Chase gritted his teeth and spat out.

“That woman, Pitman’s secretary.”

It took him a moment to understand his words. Josh blinked a couple of times before finally opening his mouth.

“Emma?”

“What do I care about her name, damn it! Don’t even say her name, got it? Don’t meet her!”

His ears rang from the sudden, angry shouting. As Josh frowned, Chase, lying on the bed, couldn’t control his anger and punched the mattress. “Damn it!” he cursed roughly. Josh, who was staring blankly at him, opened his mouth.

“She’s my sister.”

“Sister or whatever, what?”

Chase, who was about to get angry again, paused. Josh calmly repeated.

“She’s my sister, my younger sister.”

“Liar…”

“It wouldn’t be difficult to prove with a DNA test, but you’ll have to be prepared for what comes after that.”

Josh warned him in an extremely businesslike tone. Chase blinked blankly. An awkward silence fell. He belatedly realized that the last name of the man in front of him and the last name of the secretary she had mentioned were the same.

Emma Bailey.

Joshua Bailey.

Chase opened his mouth, but again, it took time for him to make a sound.

“…Really?”

He asked, half in disbelief, but Emma’s and Josh’s faces were already interchanging in Chase’s mind. They were too similar to be doubted. Josh nodded indifferently.

“Yes, so it’s a misunderstanding. Emma and I are in that kind of relationship.”

“Ah,” a weak exclamation escaped Chase’s lips.

“Do you understand now?”

Josh tilted his head and looked down at him. He stopped at a distance close enough for their breaths to mingle, and whispered in a different tone than before.

“What about the apology?”

Chase blinked in confusion. Josh narrowed his eyes. His demand was clear. Chase opened and closed his mouth several times in embarrassment.

When was the last time he apologized?

He delved into distant memories, but in truth, that wasn’t important. At this moment, there was only one thing he had to do.

“…I’m sorry.”

As he barely whispered, as if choked, Josh smiled faintly. His face, covered in blood and bruises, twisted grotesquely. Chase flinched. Before he could react, Josh climbed on top of him. The sounds of a belt unbuckling and a zipper lowering hit his ears one after another.

“Chase.”

Josh whispered, biting and releasing his earlobe. Even to his own ears, his breathing was louder than his voice.

“If you did something wrong, you have to be punished.”

Immediately, Josh hooked his finger into Chase’s tie knot and loosened it in one swift motion. He wrapped the end once around his hands, pulled it taut, and smiled faintly. Chase looked up at his face, pale with shock.