Sylvan Cheney was fully clothed, but her clothes had been completely removed by him.
She stood on his feet, tilted her head, and bit his shoulder: "You're really bad."
"Hiss..." Sylvan Cheney drew in a sharp breath, "Little thing, you even bite people. Be good, I'll help you bathe."
He carried her into the bathtub.
The water temperature in the tub was just right, and the white tiles around were already covered in a mist of moisture.
Sylvan Cheney remembered that day he'd gotten drunk, she was the one who bathed him. Unfortunately, he was too drunk to remember any details.
Jasmine Yale had very fair skin, smooth and appealing, especially since becoming pregnant, certain areas became even more tempting.
Sylvan Cheney thought he could restrain himself, but as long as his gaze swept over her, he was undone.
Jasmine Yale became really well-behaved, motionless, allowing him to do as he pleased.
