The Retired CEO's Guide To Being Spoiled-Chapter 47: Afternoon Indulgence

Julian Sterling remained oblivious to everything. He lay on the sofa, half-heartedly watching a variety show. He was still wearing the clothes from noon; he hadn’t even bothered to fasten the two buttons Ethan Caldwell had undone earlier.

Perhaps due to Ethan’s meticulous care recently - eating well and drinking enough - Julian looked even more beautiful than before. Using the word "beautiful" to describe a young man might seem a bit excessive, but Julian’s beauty didn’t carry the rugged, steel-like quality of Ethan; instead, it was soft and gentle. Julian had been frequently pressed onto the bed by Ethan for a few rounds lately, so his whole being carried a strangely seductive air. It wasn’t the feminine beauty of a girl, but something very unique to Julian.

But he didn’t care much about that.

Julian was racking his brain over the cooperation plan with Seraphina Cole. Tomorrow, she would likely represent Iris Visuals to visit the Caldwell Empire to discuss the land in the suburbs. Obviously, this project was firmly in Julian’s hands, and Ethan would only be cooperating with him. However, he still didn’t know how to maximize the advantages of both companies. Ideally, he could come up with a project that would cause Aaron Sterling’s group to turn against one another.

Just as he was trying to think, the sound of the door unlocking echoed from outside. In this house, besides him and Ethan, only Mrs. Hughes had the right to enter. Others, including Grandpa Arthur, had to ring the bell and wait for someone to open the door even if they visited.

At noon, he had told Mrs. Hughes not to come this afternoon. It was still early, so the person returning was undoubtedly Ethan. Thinking this, Julian didn’t bother to sit up; he just turned over and lay prone on the sofa.

Ethan took off his shoes and walked into the house, heading towards the sofa. Sure enough, he saw Julian lying there. Julian was scrolling through news channels on his phone, his clothes in disarray. The hem of his shirt was hiked up high, revealing a fair back and a seductive spine. But Ethan’s gaze was captivated by the round, perky buttocks wrapped in the thin material of his sleep shorts. He narrowed his eyes, walked towards Julian, and raised his hand to slap that bottom.

True enough, it was tight and bouncy, with excellent elasticity.

"What are you doing?" Julian turned his head to glare at Ethan.

Ethan picked him up, smiling: "You tell me, you naughty little thing?"

Julian pouted: "I’m not naughty."

"What did you cook for lunch, hmm? Have I not satisfied you enough lately?"

Hearing this, Julian smiled until his eyes formed crescents. One arm wrapped around Ethan’s neck, while the other tugged at his tie: "I was just afraid doing it too much would hurt your kidneys."

Julian said this, but his legs wrapped tightly around Ethan’s firm waist. Seeing this, Ethan didn’t say anything. He supported Julian’s buttocks with one hand, reached for the remote with the other to turn off the TV, and then carried his little tempter upstairs.

The two kissed as they walked, the sound of lips and tongues entangling enough to make anyone blush. By the time they reached the room, Julian’s shirt was completely unbuttoned, hanging precariously on his body.

Julian’s face was flushed red, his lips wet and glistening with moisture. His trousers were also pulled down, revealing the curve of his buttocks hidden behind white underwear.

Julian glanced at Ethan: "CEO Caldwell, it doesn’t seem to be quitting time yet, does it? You’re wallowing in wine and lust like this!"

Ethan pressed Julian onto the bed, chuckling softly: "It’s fine, no one dares to have an opinion." Saying that, he lowered his head to nibble on the lips of the person before him. His movements were a bit rougher than usual, perhaps to take revenge for the fact that he hadn’t been able to work in peace all afternoon.

Julian was kissed into a puddle of mush. He had eaten quite a lot at lunch too, so it wasn’t just Ethan who was "over-nourished" - even he was feeling much more emotional than usual. After just a bit of kissing, his member had already raised its head, hard and pressing against Ethan’s abdomen.

Seeing this, Ethan laughed. He grasped that small little thing, teasing it and Julian at the same time. "What’s this? Killing a thousand enemies but losing eight hundred of your own?"

Julian harrumphed and kicked him. Ethan caught Julian’s leg and pushed it up against his chest. His other hand teased Little Jules with agonizing slowness, bullying the poor thing until it leaked fluid, soaking his underwear.

Ethan’s gaze darkened. He pulled both Julian’s outer pants and underwear down. Because of the posture - one of Julian’s legs being pushed up by Ethan - the small entrance behind was completely exposed to him. After two or three days of rest, that place had returned to its original pale pink color. It seemed to know it was about to be loved, twitching slightly as if inviting him in.

His private place was being stared at by Ethan, but Julian didn’t feel shy. They were both adults, so what was there to be embarrassed about? Besides, they had done it so many times; was there any part of his body that Ethan hadn’t seen?

Seeing Julian’s lazy appearance, Ethan slapped his buttocks twice, then pulled Julian’s hand to his own waistband: "Be a good boy, take it off for me."

Julian glared at Ethan, reluctantly sitting up. He leaned forward slightly, reaching out to undo Ethan’s belt buckle. The sound of metal clashing rang out. Ethan felt a hand wrap around him, stroking his abdominal muscles while pulling at the belt. He looked down to see Julian kneeling on the bed. His sleep shirt hadn’t been fully removed; it draped down, covering his perky buttocks but revealing fair shoulders and a seductive upper back.

Julian pulled the belt off and threw it on the floor, then pushed Ethan’s shirt upward. His fingers traced the contours of each muscle, gliding, rubbing, then pressing. It wasn’t until Ethan slapped his butt once more that Julian harrumphed and reached out to unbutton Ethan’s trousers.

Then came the sound of the fermeture being pulled down.