"Master Liam, it's eleven thirty now, you've only slept four or five hours, it's not enough. Be good, continue sleeping!"
Listening to her nearly childlike coaxing tone, Liam Yancey chuckled and wrapped his arms around her even tighter, to the point she was having difficulty breathing.
"What if I don't sleep?" The man's hand rested on her waist, gently caressing, as he leaned closer to her ear, murmuring hoarsely, "I want to..."
The rest of his words were spoken softly, making Tara Summer's cheeks flush. She immediately shook her head in refusal.
"No way, you need to get some sleep. Tomorrow, once you're rested, you can do whatever you want!"
"Whatever I want?" The man raised an eyebrow, his smile mischievous.
Seeing this expression, Tara's eyelids twitched, but she nodded resolutely, "Yes, I'll keep my word, we'll do it tomorrow..."
She reached out, brushing his chest with her hand, the hint was obvious.
